Noble Sorcerer Ashes Novels & Stories

“A whole pack is being mind held by dead sorcerers. I've been able to release some of them but the sexual bounds are proving to be a challenge.” Ash was frowning hard when I finished. “I will help you.” “Thank you,” I offered my hands to him. “Close your eyes.” Immediately, I saw him in my head space. We stood facing the shield that was transparent in some areas, showing that some had been released, but black in most part. Seems like those sorcerers went around sleeping with anyone remotely interested. “I've never seen anyone this huge before,” Ash noted. “Thank the goddess for that.”

The honest-looking man is now wearing a twisted expression full of frustration and grief. After knowing that their lady Asha pushed him down the tunnel without a word, Soran did not stop to think of the reason as he tried to go back out to forcefully carry Asha to escape, but he could not even move from his current position as if his entire body is glued to the ground. Asha Blood as the hailed next priestess of the Blood Wolves clan is also a special existence in her own right even without the golden drop of blood from the Moon goddess. The land of the Wolves is a wondrous land that is full of mystery. And the development of the werewolves since the first creations is full of change and evol

She has never hated Selene’s creatures, but now, she could see what Aspa meant when she said that they were monsters; indeed, they are. Right before Hades could grow limp, Aron appeared from behind and attacked Asher, stabbing him with a spear. Hades dropped from his hand then, and Asher staggered back. It was an angelic warrior spear, and he could feel the strength he had gotten drastically draining. “Fuck,” he cursed, and placed his hand on the spear, although it hurt like hell, he yanked it out and dropped it on the ground. His blood-red eyes went to Aron, and he said, “You shouldn’t have done that.” He disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared right in front of Aron, and kicked him

the lungs shredding hoots of the fragile girl, hurled all who are miserable to know her situation " hold her " Notified the Doctor. It's a difficult task to manage Nithra Flashback ✨ " You're a wizard ….." " You're a buccaneer ….." " After enormous deceptions, I believed you ….Yet, you….. destroyed and…. Backstabbed me….." Asher's eyes streamed with bursts, of treachery. His heart denied believing his RJ fooled him. But, he can't reject illusion. eyes won't prevaricate. The junctures are still jogging in front. Scrunching, he edged his finger toward her

Asher continued, his voice laced with bitterness, "the traitor within our pack, who coveted our father's position, had already poisoned the minds of many against us. Only a few remained loyal, refusing to believe the lies he had spread about our father. Sadly, we lost them in the ensuing conflict. They fought valiantly to defend our honor. It would have been a victory, had the battle not claimed so many lives. The sorceress's people retreated when they realized we were prevailing. Unbeknownst to us, amidst the chaos of the battle, the matriarch of the sorceress's family was weaving a curse, fueled by the blood, the grit, and the sheer pandemonium of the battlefield. As they retreated, a bloo

Percy chuckled, killing two more wolves as he charged at Asher. Asher focused his energy, his claws half-shifted. This time, he wasn’t aiming for Percy’s body. Instead, he extended his hands, concentrating on the dark magic that surrounded Percy, the very core of his existence. As his claws flickered with fire, he slammed his hands down toward the ground. A burst of flame erupted, but it wasn’t aimed at Percy’s body. It shot directly at the core of the dark magic that kept Percy alive. Percy’s eyes widened in panic, but it was too late. Asher’s flames hit the very essence of the dark magic that formed Percy, and the magic itself began to disintegrate.

I received a letter written in blood. "Soul-bound, 'til death do us part. I kept my promise. —Kaelen" A few drops of dried, brown blood stained the paper. Marcus stood beside me. "Should I take care of this?" he asked gently. I shook my head and placed the letter in a drawer. I heard that on the night of the full moon, he severed his connection to the Moon Goddess, letting his wolf spirit dissipate into the night sky. It is the most sacred, and most painful, way for a werewolf to die.

Like something that doesn’t want to forget being open. “ELORA!” Ruby yells. “I’ve got it!” I choke. The creature thrashes, its body unraveling as the breach narrows. YOU CANNOT CLOSE WHAT YOU ARE, it screeches. “Watch me,” I snarl. The silver surges—not outward this time, but in. Wrapping the tear, stitching it together with something that feels like choice made solid. The creature screams one last time,and collapses into ash. The tear snaps shut. Silence crashes down.

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

“Head of Nerezza House. She teaches Vampire Diplomacy and Inter-Species Relations.” She inclined her head slightly. It felt more like a warning than a greeting. Next to her stood a woman with a wild swirl of pastel hair that shimmered with streaks of blue, purple, and pink. It shifted as she blinked, brightening to an almost neon green as her gaze swept over me. “And this,” Calvin continued, “is Professor Ashleigh Dana, Head of Everley House and Professor of Experimental Spellcraft.” “Oh, she’s interesting,” Ashleigh said immediately. Her voice was bright and warm, but there was something chaotic in her eyes. “I like her energy. It’s all sharp edges and tangled threads. That usually means un