The Ashfire King Novels & Stories

she tried to remind him. Edward looked at Asher who was now charging at him with a murderous look in his eyes. “One soul, to save hundreds. This is the decision a king has to make. I’m sorry son, I tried,” he whispered before his eyes turned fiery blue and Asher stopped in his attack and screamed in pain.

It seemed everyone had split. The current kings and queens were talking amongst themselves and mingling with one another. The heirs were talking to the other heirs on this side. We decided to make our way towards a small group of the heirs in the corner. They eyed us carefully, they were warned about us it seems. "Hello and welcome. I hope you're enjoying the festivities. I am Ash the next in line to the throne for this Kingdom." Ash introduced himself very politely. Everyone bowed their heads politely, but it was stiff. Done only for politics sake and not because of mutual respect. I really am starting to hate some of these elves.

Once the King backs off, I then move back over to the princess and continue to work out my frustration on her. She surprises me by getting a couple of kicks to connect, but this just makes my anger rise further. I keep going until her screams are just rasps of air. I then hear someone on the stairs heading my way. This must mean Asher managed to get the King to leave rather quickly. Asher can be really good with his stories and make people believe them. I call out. “Asher, is that you? Has the King left yet?” I don’t turn around so I don’t miss the tear that slides down the Princess’s cheek at the sound of the King’s voice,

Dragon king flies to the sky then started looking at the water. Lame dagger falls into the water and smoke started coming out from where the dagger fell into, the Dragon king was still looking to know what will happen. There comes Ashek he rose from the water all his body was burning fire that water can not quench, he is holding Lame's dagger and swimming slowly out of the water.

He could also sense the King's warriors, outside the door, on the roof, and below the window. A fight with the King was not even a death sentence. It was not even an idea, much less a thought. Dax had faced the shifter before him many times. During his time at Whitehall, he had found out many things about Alpha King Asher Mangar, most of which he wished he could wipe from his memory. But he could not. He would never be able to. All he could ever do, was obey. The King was walking back to the desk. “And would that reason have anything to do with the red wolf you sent to almost certain death?” King Asher remarked lightly.

“This isn’t my story to lead... but I too want to see how this game ends.” Asher walked ahead towards the mostly destroyed palace, his steps steady and purposeful. Finn, still standing in the forest, glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. It was a shared one, a gesture between friends, unspoken but understood. With a quiet breath, he brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling the smoke, letting it swirl around him. His mind churned, the haze of the cigarette blending with the weight of the choices ahead. ***

“You should not speak.” Milo doesn’t flinch. “You’re afraid.” The church shudders. The Frostbound King’s eyes narrow. “Of what?” “Of her choosing wrong,” Milo replies. “Because if she does… you lose.” Something cracks.Not the walls.Not the wards. Him. The King’s composure fractures just enough for me to see it,the terror beneath the crown. Not fear of destruction.Fear of rejection. “I lost your mother,” he says hoarsely. “I will not lose you.”

Asher pressed his forehead to the mattress, silent tears staining the fabric. I just sat there, gripping our father’s lifeless hand, feeling something inside me fracture beyond repair. “ let us make a pyre for the king,” I said The guards worked quickly. Soon, the king's body was lying in the pyre. Ansel lifted the burning stake and burnt the body. The flames roared into the sky like they were hungry for more than just a body. The entire pack stood around the pyre, heads bowed in mourning, the flickering light casting long shadows on their solemn faces.

Horror was written over everyone’s face. “What do you want me to do, Derek? I will not let one of those assholes touch anyone again.” But his eyes were black. Jerek was in control of him now. “Little mate. What can I do to help you?” He asked me. “Take me to see King Asher so that he dies.” “Little mate. He is dead. Asher ripped his throat out himself whilst his body was being torn in half. I watched it happen.” “Thank you Jerek. But after what has happened, I can’t be near him. You both hurt me.” I cried. It was too painful, too raw.

But wait, who's he talking about? ' You keep forgetting,silly. He's a King Alpha and rules the Knight bloodline. He has his men. Ah!' Sia sighs in a dreamy tone. 'He's such a powerful man and Ash is so hot.' Who's Ash? 'His wolf of course.' Sia replies. How do you know him?