Noble Sorcerer Ashes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I found you. Please… let me explain. I know I've owed you far too much these past seven years…" The man who once took pride in his perfect appearance now stood disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes and a shadow of a beard betraying sleepless nights and long travel. I yanked my hand back, gaze fixed somewhere beyond him. "There's nothing left to explain. You love Lucy—there's no shame in that. I've stepped aside. You don't need to feel guilty." Before the words had even settled, he blocked my path again, eyes blazing with desperation on the edge of madness.

Ember pressed, her face illuminated by a flickering light panel overhead, casting her features in harsh relief. "The Ashen Guard." The name tasted like ash on my tongue. "Malagar's elite hunters. We tracked and captured fire-born creatures and anything else with power he wanted." My gaze flicked to Ember meaningfully. "People like you." The mark throbbed again, harder this time. I suppressed a grunt of pain and continued, words tumbling out like stones I'd been carrying too long.

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

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

He found Theron. He sat on the edge of the tower. The morning sun washed over him. His body turned to shimmering, golden dust. "Theron!" Elias ran to him, but it was too late. "Take care of the clan, Elias," Theron's voice was a soft whisper. "I'm going to her." The golden dust danced in the breeze and vanished into the sky. With tears in his eyes, Elias collected Theron's ashes. He placed our urns together, reuniting us at last.

Glowing magical threads emerged from her ear, twisted around themselves, and formed a small sphere. It was the memory of the dream, and another memory about Zane. The stranger closed his hand around the memory and destroyed it. Lila’s body jerked for a moment, then went still.

She knew that they would have to tread carefully if they hoped to confront such a powerful adversary. "Determined to protect our pack and the balance of nature, Alpha Magnus confronted Malachi, but he was no match for the sorcerer's dark magic," Asher explained, his voice trembling with emotion. "In the chaos that ensued, our pack was torn apart, and I was left for dead."