Noble Sorcerer Ashes Novels & Stories

The sorcerer said walking in and Ashley became confused seeing how cute he is. “I thought sorcerers are always old.” She said with a smile as he walked to them. “Of course he is old, that is someone else's image, he is a shapeshifter.” Bryan said and the sorcerer rolled his eyes before transforming into an old man that he is. “That is so cool.” Ashley giggled and Bryan nodded. “You are free to leave when you are ready, the wounds will heal in a few days since you are human.” He said and she froze.

Asher continued, the frustration evident in his voice: “The moment we detained the mercenary at the location and began transporting him to the prison, he unfortunately passed away.” A wave of anger surged through me. “What? What the hell did you do to him, Asher?” My voice came out louder than I intended, echoing through the silent room, clashing against the cold, white walls. The pressure was mounting, as if the air itself was growing heavier, almost suffocating. Asher, however, remained unfazed. He knew my outburst wasn’t personal. “Nothing, Majesty. By the time we arrived at the prison and opened the van, the man’s entire life force had been drained. Someone, perhaps the woman who hired h

“A black ash? Around the whole cell? You never mentioned it to be a black ash” I sighed “yes I didn't mention what kind of ash it was because at the time I thought it wasn't relevant. And yes he poured it at every corner of the bars.” She nodded slowly, thinking. “You never mentioned it ti be black ash, the black ash is not just regular ash. That was part of the spell. Ash magic is old. Dangerous.” “What does it mean?” I asked with a raised brow. “It means I can work with it. If I get the right kind of ash, I might be able to reverse the spell.” Mira said.

The weight of the decision pressed heavily on Asha’s chest as she stood before the tank, staring at the distorted reflection of herself suspended in the glowing liquid. The figure inside seemed almost lifelike, yet the twisted form of her own image was a cruel reminder of the dark magic that had been used to manipulate her bloodline. The Soulbone Imprint was both a gift and a curse—one that had bound her to the very powers she sought to destroy.

I ignore my urge to roll my eyes and stay vigilant, listening for anything in the distance. “Ready, ready!” Alpha Asher, or Ash, as he prefers to be called, gets a large spray gun ready. We learned that he has a background in chemical engineering, hence how he was able to develop non-alcoholic liquor. He and his brother were able to develop an anti-magic spray. Killing witches isn’t too difficult; getting past their magic and spells is the tricky part. This solution is a great equalizer. After a few hours of research and tinkering in his lab, Ash and Archie developed a solution made of mistletoe, rowan berries, and some other things I can’t remember. This solution will basically cancel out a

I had no answer. She let me go. Her gaze shifted to the urn in my arms. "You won't take this when it's offered? Then I am taking it from you. "You will not see your father's ashes again." She reached. The blood in my arms went cold. The control I had been holding cracked. "Please… please don't. It wasn't me. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just don't." I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours.

I asked Kade, spinning the hot rod in my hand, ready to carve into his flesh and continue from where Vi had stopped before the engagement ceremony. “I…I swear by the goddess there’s no other way,” he sobbed like his tears would move me. The metal door creaked open and Asher crawled in covered in sweat as his body trembled. Ysara stood behind him, arm folded just watching. “Brother, I need you!” He whizzed as he tried to catch his breath. I could smell the Ashpine in his blood as it ruptured his blood vessels one after the other. A scoff left my lips.

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

he spoke rather coldly with the temperature around them dropping drastically with the air getting chilly and layers of ice starting to surface around the green grasses, the once blooming flowers and green grasses had started to wither away with its color turning pitch black almost like it had been plagued. Leonard sensing an enormous surge of power brimming within Asher took a defensive stance in preparation for an attack, he had heard rumors about Asher being a prodigy with unparalleled dark magical capabilities which rivaled even that of the witch queen, however, he hadn't believed any of it until now, the surge of magical energy brimming within Asher was even greater than his, it seemed t