The Ashes And The Star Cursed King Novels & Stories

He looked wildly into the crowd searching for me "Ashley Oscar! Come up thither!" He commanded, scanning the crowd. I couldn't wait. I rushed out of the crowd and the guards gave way as I walked upstage. "My King!" I bowed in front of him with my hands folded in front of me. Without warning, he drew me into his embrace and kissed me passionately. The crowd responded with mixed feelings. Not knowing how to react. "This is Ashley Oscar of the Moonlight Pack. She was the one whom I cursed. I hereby lift the curse from her shoulders this day. She is a free woman!"

“Why? Williams, you’re a firefighter. Don’t you know how toxic smoke is? “I told you that I was pregnant, but you gave the mask to Leia. Now, you’re asking me why I had an abortion? Are you pretending to be clueless?” I did not want to look at him any longer. I was afraid that I might feel disgusted if I did. Williams trembled and tried to hug me. However, Leia suddenly held her forehead and started falling to the side. Coincidentally, she fell right onto Williams. He withdrew his hands and quickly supported her instead.

“They’ll remember who rules them now.” He kissed my temple. “And they’ll never dare touch you again.” Not every crown is forged from gold. Some are built from ashes. And I—Ashyrel of the Phoenix Throne—rose from every one they lit beneath me. Let this be a warning. Queens don’t beg. We reign. ---

I said, my voice trembling with fear. "It's true," he replied, his voice serious and solemn. "The king cursed you with a spell that would turn any woman you have intercourse with into ashes." I felt a knot form in my stomach as I tried to process this information. It all seemed so surreal, like something out of a horror story. I couldn't believe that the girl I had been with that night had been turned to ashes because of me. I felt a deep sense of guilt wash over me, and I knew that this curse would haunt me for the rest of my life.

I muttered, answering his earlier question and he hummed. “But you should know a little bit especially about the Alpha King. He was my Dahlia's mate as well, wasn't he?" He questioned and I nodded slowly. “Yes he is" I muttered, making sure not to use past tense like he did and he definitely noticed but instead of saying anything, he smirked. “Well how strong is he? I heard he was cursed? Is he still cursed? I heard our blood could cure him" He murmured and I frowned. He knew more than I thought he did.

“The Beast Lord will walk these lands again… Bringing darkness its way, from the south to the north, as death holds the moon child.” Trembling desperately, the Priestess continues to utter the soft words, “The hope is to not have been forgotten… by those who wet the seed with royal blood and take root strong as their ancient curse…” And in an abrupt impulse, with blood pouring from her eyes, nose, ears and mouth, the Priestess utters her last words: “True love will rise from the ashes again and endure until the end of times.”

The seed had already been planted in his head, and nothing but the absolute truth would remove it. “Where did you find him?” he asked Micah. “He found us. We were looking for his trail northbound down the river when he just walked towards us,” Micah answered. “Did he say anything?” Had he told them about the curse? “He was off his head,” Micah said. “He kept saying that he was the king and then singing. We had to gag him on the way back. When we started questioning him in the cell, he kept repeating something about a blood moon. He smelled like a rogue, but I can’t be sure.”

The king thought that his body was immune to fire after he drank Anna's blood, but look at his horrible condition now. His body reeked of burnt flesh, completely blistered except for his head which was not burnt. He was still alive, but he wished he was dead because of the excruciating pain he was feel. His three daughters who were also burned, Princess Rosei, Princess Giselle, and Princess Mia were injured as badly as he was and were also in great suffering. Erwin ordered that his sisters be given belladonna leaves, the famous painkiller to make them feel better, while the father was left alone, in pain.

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

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.