Noble Sorcerer Ashes Novels & Stories

“Constantine, if we’re going to stand any chance against Agnes and her dark magic, we need an edge. Something the elders won’t see coming.” Constantine, her face etched with determination, nodded. “I know, Isolde. We can’t let Agnes’s underhanded tactics win this contest. But what can we do?” Isolde’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she whispered, “Mountain ash.” Constantine frowned, puzzled. “Mountain ash? How can that help us?” Isolde explained, “Mountain ash is a powerful elemental substance. If we incorporate it into our spells during the ritual, it could give us an advantage. Agnes won’t see it coming, and it might disrupt her dark magic.”

Ashley pouted at him, “Oh, I prefer seeing you naked in your Wolf form. Why the sudden change of heart?” Ashley said in a sarcastic tone and raised her hands up slowly as she chanted an ancient spell. It had made the ground cracked with hot gasses flowing out from the cracks. “If you won’t kneel to Nikolai, I would make you kneel to me. Don’t you know who I am?” Gerald trembled looking at the cracks on the ground and gasped. He had heard about the Blood Witch walking the Earth. He thought it was just rumours, until he saw what Ashley did.

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

Arwan's whispering voice echoed, “It's been a while since I heard your thoughts.” “You got my message,” I asked happily. “Of course, there's no way I wouldn't… Melonie, I'm sorry about our son, I…” “Let's keep that aside, we have something much more terrifying to deal with,” I cut him off. “Alastor is after Ashera.” “What the hell is Ashera?” Arwan asked calmly. “It's a very powerful sword named after its last owner,” I explained, “Find it before Alastor does.”

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

The sculpture garden stretches before me, lit with soft golden lights that cast long shadows across marble and stone. And somewhere in that darkness, Damien Hale is waiting. Waiting to tell me his secrets. Waiting to offer me a deal. Waiting to see if I'm brave enough or desperate enough to accept. I take a deep breath, feeling the cold air burn my lungs. Then I walk forward. Into the darkness. Into whatever comes next.

The trees surrounding them rustled gently, and the sky was painted in soft shades of blue and gold. Asher led her down a narrow path lined with tall oaks, the forest around them growing thicker with each step. Olivia's curiosity grew with every passing moment. After what felt like several minutes of walking, they finally reached a secluded clearing. In the centre stood a large, weathered stone monument, its surface engraved with intricate markings and symbols that Olivia didn’t recognise. Asher released her hand, stepping forward to stand besides the monument. "This," Asher began quietly, his voice laced with gravity, "is the heart of the Blackwood legacy. It’s where every Alpha of my bloodl

I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook. She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table? “Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “

“Satisfied? This what you waited so long for.” “Fighting fire with fire. Darkness with a more sinister darkness.” Theoden held up the sword, admiring how it shimmered. “Those bafoons never knew how to respect such magnificent artefacts... I call her Ashmere, the lake of past pain. This one, like her siblings before it, purged Slora with what is now known as the deadly plague.” “It is not just a plague…is it?” Arlen picked up a random crossbow on the ground. It instantly filling up with red arrows.

But the problem is, my mind and my mouth never seem to agree. "I know you're Valtor" I announce. Asher rolls his eyes "yeah-" I don't let him finish "I know about The Book of Sacrimboniamat, and you being a Necrif, and the Eron, and Eribiss." I say confidently. Asher's eyes widen, I can tell he's getting worried, satisfied I continue