Noble Sorcerer Ashes Novels & Stories

He looked extremely disappointed in me. "Avril!" Vernon yelled my name furiously. I looked over and noticed he had stepped all over my things. He even stomped hard on the shattered pieces of the asteroid figurine. As soon as I looked up, Vernon slapped me without a word. "Apologize to Peggy! Why did you steal the necklace I gave her?" At that moment, I lost all hope. Vernon was still holding the million-dollar necklace he had given to Peggy, and the cheap figurine he had given me was crushed under his foot. The figurine wasn't even worth a fraction of the necklace.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

Ryker said. “It’s the new girl. We don’t know what she is yet as her identity has not been confirmed,” Remus said. New girl? Ryker thought. The only new girl they’ve had is the one in his class. Julianne Ashwynd. What has she got to do with this? “Julianne Ashwynd?” Remus suddenly asked and Ryker turned to him. “That is her name?” Ryker forgot he was in the midst of vampires who can read minds. He clenched his jaw and said, “It’s nothing.”

He picked up the branding iron and placed it in the burning fire “Bound by loyalty, bound by blood and bound by oath. I renounce my title and bestow the power I inherited from our predecessors on a new legacy.” He flipped open the book of oaths.” I renounce my oath to Lead and serve Zenturio as head and swear my loyalty as Lord.” He picked up the branding iron and walked over to me ,the book still in his hands. I took a deep breath , preparing myself for the burning pain. “ With our symbol carved into the hearts ,We serve in Loyalty and in ashes.” The crowd echoed.” We serve in Loyalty and in Ashes.” And he pressed the hot iron in my skin ,right into my heart,craving the symbol of a rose on

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.

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.

They surrounded the group, wearing devilish smirks. "Master, we'll handle the annoying six and play with them. The Olmpha is yours," one of the men- a man with jade black hair and several scars on his otherwise handsome face- said with an alarming grin and the black-robed man immediately launched a ball of dark magic at him, instantly turning him to ashes. The other two looked unfazed as if this were everyday happenings. The idiot only had himself to blame for angering the master. However, Mel and co. were astonished. So easily, he... he turned someone into ashes? This was indeed a sorcerer. None of them was his match. What to do now?

I stood in the center of the hovel, my hand trembling as I looked down at the black fluid dripping from the tip of the needle, my heart knocking against my ribs with a devastating realization. The clock was running out for Nikolai, and my ultimate weapon failed. The Ashen Lord’s possession wasn't a standard magical sickness that could simply be stabbed away. Suddenly, the cold emerald embers inside the hovel’s central stone altar began to swirl with a slow, hypnotic velocity. The shadows cast by the bone pillars twisted, independent of the light, stretching across the floor until they pooled together at my feet. A low, mocking sound resonated through the timber of the walls, dropping the roo