Noble Sorcerer Ashes Novels & Stories

She collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. He stared at his trembling hands, his mind fracturing further. "It must be dark magic. Someone's cast a spell to erase her." Scarlett backed away, terror in her scent as she watched him spiral. "Please, you're not well. The silver poisoning has affected your mind." Ash's eyes snapped to her, a dangerous gleam appearing. "The sacred springs... they might still hold traces of her." Without warning, he shifted into his massive black wolf form. His wounds reopened as he raced through the territory, leaving blood trails behind.

Ashren sat beside me, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning the room for threats. "So," Solas said, chewing thoughtfully. "This is the Queen of Ashes. You look smaller than the stories say." "I am compact, Your Majesty," I said, my voice steady despite the nausea rolling in my stomach. "Gunpowder usually is." Solas laughed, a booming sound. "Gunpowder. I like that. And this..." He pointed the knife at Ashren. "...this is the stray. The one who crawled out of the woods." Ashren didn't flinch. "I am Alpha Ashren Thalric. And I walked out of the woods, King Solas. After killing the things that lived in it."

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

“That doesn’t change the fact that the damage is done. Malia, there is no cure for what’s been done to him.” I laughed bitterly. “Oh, now you’re a healer too? How do you know that?” “Because I already asked for help,” he snapped. “I sent for Rhedd. Weeks ago.” I turned slowly, looking at her. “Is that true?” Rhedd nodded solemnly. “I tried, Malia. I searched every spell, every root of enchantment... but the one used on Asher—it’s bound to something deeper. Something older than even I am. Jude crafted that madness himself. There’s no undoing it.”

The pack gathering ground was at this point filled to the brim, every inch of space seemed occupied by murmuring voices and widened eyes. At the center, Nicklaus stood tall. His jaw was clenched, his piercing gaze shifting from the circle of elders to Aragorn. He looked every inch the warrior Alpha he was, but beneath his posture, fury seethed... barely contained. The chief elder was the first to break the silence as he cleared his throat. “This spell,” he said, lifting the fragments of blackened ash in his wrinkled hand, “is not just any spell. It reeks of deep black magic, it is vile, it's been so long I witnessed something like this."

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

I can't wait to see the look on her face when she discovers her mate now belongs to me It feels like it's been hours ago that the sorcerer told me the process of snatching Ash's mate is almost complete. I don't know how much longer we have till midnight when she said it will finally be over. All I know is my muscles and bones are aching badly as a result of standing inside a six-foot tall cauldron filled with a bubbling concoction that contains the hair and nails from when the freak was a baby till her seventeenth birthday.

“And the frost, it doesn’t feel like something you meant to do.” She looked at him, uncertain how to answer. No one had asked her that before. Not what she was. Not what she’d done. Only if she was guilty. “I don’t know what I am anymore,” she said at last. He studied her for a moment longer, then knelt by the fountain. He took a handful of snow-like shards and crushed them in his gloved hand until they melted. “If anyone else sees this, they’ll call it sorcery,” he murmured. “Or worse.”

“Virellion Thasra” “Virellion Thasra” “Thalvren Ekosa!” I opened my eyes and with my finest strength, I shouted; Thalvren Ekosa! And then he starts to say them fast in a gentle voice that I couldn't catch. “Fyralis Corven - From shadow to light, I invoke you to let your soul breathe once more.” “Zerithsl Dravenal - your heart beats, your pulse flow!” “Aelthsrjon Miriak - life rekindle, breath restore, eyes shine bright.”

But they don’t know me. As we approach the meeting room, my pulse quickens slightly, but I hold it together. The doors open, and I step inside to meet the people I’ve been preparing to destroy for three years. "Miss Sterling, so wonderful to have you here." Lucas Ashford, the charming patriarch, his silver hair neatly combed back. To society, he was a well-respected man, known for his love for life and giving back to those who needed it the most, but I knew the trash he really was.