Noble Sorcerer Ashes Novels & Stories

These words echoed in his head: He forgot about me. "You're supposed to be dead. How are you still alive?" Kamman spoke this time, struggling to push out the words. At hearing this, Asia burst out laughing. He thought the most respected man in the underworld was truly just a madman. "Sir, I'm standing right here. How can I be dead?" He then turned to Rei and asked, "Is your Phoenix okay?" Rei didn't reply, still shocked by the perfect resemblance of the man standing right before them.

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

Ashara’s black eyes met hers. “Of ruin. Of fire. Of the world that once was.” And far below, in the shadows of the valley, the Prophetess raised her hands and whispered: **“Let the ashes rise.”**

Creatures seen that hadn’t walked the land in generations. “Who are the Ashborn?” I asked. Lucian looked up. “Exiled scions of Kaelith’s bloodline. Sorcerers. Fire-warped. Supposedly extinct.” “They’re not,” Fenton muttered. “They’ve just been waiting.” I touched the scroll again, watching the sigil in my palm flare faintly. “They think I’m her heir.” Lucian leaned in close, hand on mine. “You’re not.” “I might be.” “But you’re not her.”

“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.

she said, her magical aura enveloping Asher as she delved into the malevolent energies that ensnared him. As Cersei worked to break the dark magic's hold on Asher, the rest of the pack watched anxiously, hoping for their friend's recovery. The battle between Lucius and Asher had ceased, replaced by a struggle against the unseen forces that sought to control one of their own. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Cersei's magic prevailed, and Asher's eyes began to clear. He stumbled backward, his expression a mix of confusion and horror as he realized what had happened.

It had changed him, in the end. “Use the shadows to travel, they’ll take you both where you need to go.” I assured them, turning my face to the moon. Cold, churning power swirled in the air. Through every pine needle and fallen leaf, carried on the frigid breeze that rustled the branches and made the forest groan. The sliver of silver in the sky, bathing the world in silver light and endless energy, it stoked the icy rage that came whenever I pictured her face. Her gemstone eyes were wide and fearful, but they still held that fire—it was the first thing for which I had searched. “If you find him, you know where to meet. His name is Ash, and he’s a bartender at Obsidian.” “May the best man wi

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

My fingers lift slightly at my side, magic already responding to the thought, subtle and quiet as it gathers beneath my skin, ready to reshape memory the way it has so many times before. Erase the night. Erase me. Leave him with survival and nothing else. Simple. Clean. Necessary. Rowan exhales sharply. The sound is different this time. Not controlled. Not hidden. Pain. Real pain. My eyes open. He’s leaning forward slightly now, his shoulders tense, his head lowered as if he’s trying to force the silver back through sheer will alone. It won’t work. It never does. The burn inside him has spread too far.