Novel & Cerita The Ashes And The Star Cursed King

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

It had never been about her it was about the curse for centuries, women had been brought here with promises they couldn't keep and I refused to become another fool. Ashina isn't different If she failed she would leave or die trying. The kingdom would move on and so would I. A low chuckle echoed inside my mind not from the corridor from somewhere much darker. "Still lying?" I froze as the curse voice slithered through my thoughts like smoke. "You stepped closer." It yelled. "I lost my balance." "Did you?" "I was making sure she wasn't hiding a weapon." It laughed slow, mocking sound. "Is that why you looked at her lips?" My chest tightened.

Lady Asher's eyes met King Ares', a fleeting moment of connection before he turned to the child, his focus solely on the heir, the future king. As the night wore on, King Ares' attention remained fixed on the infant. Lady Asher's strength began to wane, her body exhausted from the ordeal. But the king's energy only grew as he beheld his son, the future of the South Pack. Little did Lady Asher know, this moment marked the beginning of her descent into darkness and neglect. The seeds of revenge were sown in the shadows of the southern palace, where love and power entwined like serpents.

They who had refused to bow to their king upon his return had been enslaved many years ago and used as an avenue to train and nurture the hatred within Lily and Lam; and now, they served no real purpose. “Your king is almost dead; you are late” Asherah coughed copious amounts of blood out her throat as her vision slowly faded. One of her eyes had already grown dim, never to see any light again. The other was tottering along slowly but was bound unto the same fate.

Nora looked disappointed, but she knew better than to push him, there was nothing more she could do than trying to convince him to get down with her but not anymore. “I will leave now Your highness.” With a sultry smile, Nora turned and left the room, leaving the alpha king alone with his thoughts. Ashier knew that he had to find a way to break the curse – not just for his own sake, but for the sake of his people. He had ruled with an iron fist for many years, but he knew that his time was running out. Unless he could find a solution, his kingdom would be plunged into chaos, and his legacy would be forever tarnished.

He studied me for a long moment before adding, “You know, with skills like these, we could use you on the front lines in the war against the Ash king.” The mention of war and the Ash King sent bitterness through me. “Father doesn’t see it that way.” Ronan sighed. “No. He doesn’t.” He hesitated before continuing. “Selene… just be careful. The Ash King isn’t like anything you know. Legend has it that he…” “…burned his own mate alive.” I finished coldly. “Yes, I’ve heard the legends.” His eyes darkened. “And that’s why the Moon Goddess cursed him. His touch burns everything.” His voice dropped lower. “You have a sharp wit, a sharper tongue, and a temper to match. Don’t let them be your downfall

“It fed on continuity. On heirs. On the belief that the blood would go on unchanged.” I knew where this was going. My chest burned. “When you made your choice,” the seer said softly, turning fully to me now, “you did what no one before you ever could.” My eyes stung. “You broke the cycle.” The words shattered something open inside me. “The curse was anchored to the unborn,” she said gently. “To future Alphas who would carry the blood without ever knowing its sin.” Tears slid down my cheeks. “When the sacrifice was made,” she said, “the anchor was severed.”

“Your Kingly narcissistic attitude, Alexander,” Something flashes through his hypnotic eyes that Faith's drunk gaze looks over as she turns to continue her browsing. Faith traces every bottle and finally raises the bottle, only to meet an empty space in front of her. Alexander was nowhere to be seen. “I am starting to think, he must be a ghost that haunts this island,” She put the bottle aside, he might have taken offence for her calling him narcissistic. She wonders aside, seeing Victoria and Chloe had found their distraction for the night, the way they were rubbing off each other. It doesn’t seem wise to return to the cottage even with its thick walls.

Asher said, honestly I don't know why he is feeling hostile about any of this. “ what he means is that we are only here for Star and that's all,” her father said. “that's where you are wrong, yes at the beginning you were here because of her but now that the King is out for blood do you really think he is just going to stop at each pack and not kill anyone” shaking my head at the man’s in front of me in disbelief “ no he is going to kill until he gets his hands on Star and it's your responsibility to help”

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