Stormcaller Ash Of War Novels & Stories

After a more detailed discussion about the benefits the elves would receive, they agreed to build some houses for the werewolves, thus advancing the plan to improve the entire forest. And so, the warriors managed, in their own way, to acquire some builders who would assist the werewolves. The warriors now had to return to their village and deliver the good news that they would be able to obtain some excellent houses. They arrived two days later, getting to know the three elves during the journey. Their names were Tasha, Tirón, and Pablo, all of whom were quite pleasant considering the hundreds of battles they had faced. Upon their arrival, the great sage warmly welcomed them with food and jo

"We had come to find out that the Scorpions had connections to the Shadow Assassin. We were hoping to gain her services to help us find the list, and to get her on our side. We had devised a plan to get the Scorpions to divulge who the Shadow Assassin was. We set a trap for them, by blowing up one of their warehouses. We knew, that they would go running to find out what happened, leaving their defences down. We intended to storm their base, in hopes of securing information on the the Shadow Assassin." "You killed Xavier's mother!" I yell out. Not caring if they choose to hit me or not for my disobedience. I was beyond upset that they could so carelessly kill someone. As if their life was mea

He had tricked me, taken my hand in marriage, only to kill me, the last of my line. “I’ll kill you,” I screamed. Screaming, cursing, kicking, spitting on the graves of their mothers, I know I looked crazy, but in one’s last moments, instinct kicks in. While my final moments were approaching, dying of thirst, the sun rising off the horizon, I cried harder, staining my coat with red tears for a monster had found me.

Not when the horns started howling like beasts, calling every blade in the Dominion down on our heads. He just kept running. And I followed. Because what else was left? The Ash Road wasn’t a road at all. Not anymore. Just a scar of black earth where a forest had burned to bone years ago, when the war first crawled out of its grave. The ground was still bitter, still dead, still whispering secrets no one should hear. It fit. Gods, it fit too well. The silence between us was a living thing—loud and sharp and thick enough to choke on.

“Yes. We cannot fear provoking our enemies if we are intending to go to war, Ethan. We must not fear to poke them, we must not fear to provoke them, for with their anger comes their slip. And the bigger the provocation, the bigger their slip.” Asher went and poured himself a glass of wine and then stood behind the window. “This war is about to begin and I will be dealing the first strike.” He sipped his drink. Dealing the first strike was nearly not enough, he had to be ready to deal the second strike before they recovered from his first strike. That way he stays one step ahead.

I was already doing 70 mph when he ran straight into the path of the car, arms outstretched, trying to block my escape. I couldn't brake in time. The impact sent him flying. He hit the asphalt hard, blood pouring from his mouth. But he was still moving. A werewolf's damn healing ability. I got out of the car and walked toward him. Kaelen struggled to his feet, staggering toward the rejection papers that had scattered across the ground. Some of the pages were already stained with his blood. He picked them up, one by one, and then—he started shoving them into his mouth.

“Ash. With me. Eirwen—take the right. Anyone moves, shoot first.” Eirwen’s mouth twisted into something close to a smile. “That’s why you keep me.” The wolves howled, metal shrieking as another barricade fell. Gunfire. Glass shattering. The Tower itself seemed to bleed. They moved. Three shadows in the storm, all guns, ghosts, and ruined faith. Ash was limping, slower now. Eirwen caught his arm as another round tore through the wall, spraying stone chips. “Don’t you die on me now.”

They just needed one lucky bite to my artery, and I would lose this fight. I let the two hit my side and went straight for the third. They could get their scratches in for now. I quickly killed the third wolf, and the two now needed a new fucking plan. It was almost comical how easy it was to kill them, weren’t it for the fact that I knew some of these soldiers. I knew what the war did to their families. How many more people would lose their mate or family member today? "You need to go back." Asher ordered. It came out sounding angry and worried at the same fucking time. What happened?

On the ground, the men fruitlessly pressed their hands to their ears but the force of that singular howl was so loud that they fell back. Asher screamed as pain shot through his ears. He felt warm liquid trickle between his fingers. Suddenly dark clouds covered the sky. The day became night as clouds rushed to cover the sun. The wolf was still howling, its voice drawing even more clouds together. The sound waves became a strong wind that soon became a whirlwind, forcing the men to their knees, picking the motorcycle and every other thing that wasn’t anchored to the ground. Asher felt a shiver go through his body. He threw his head back and through the sand storm that was beginning to form sa

Aria — POV The storm broke before the snow did. Not outside. Inside. Inside him. Asher slammed the war table hard enough to crack it. Maps fluttered like wounded birds to the floor. The candlelight flickered as if afraid. “He burned two of our scouts alive and now he wants to play peacekeeper?” he growled, pacing in sharp, short lines that reeked of fury. I didn’t flinch. I was too used to this version of him—the one who wore his rage like armor and refused to let it crack.