The Ashfire King Novels & Stories

she said weakly and observe his reaction Her plan seems to be taking effect, she has planned carefully and thought carefully what to wear, say and how to say it, today she will regain her glory back and live in the palace once again “How have you been?” King Josh even though he could see the answer himself Ashley gave a sore cough and grab the chest to show she is in pain, seeing the sorrowful look on the King’s face she immediately get down on her knees and let her tears flow “Save me Father” she cried out loud King Josh was forced to get up from his throne to meet her, he try helping her up on her knees but she refuse and burst into more tears with pleading voice “What is it Ashley?” the K

Bria growled in my mind, and I exhaled sharply. “When did you become a motivational coach, wolf,” I questioned her teasingly with my thoughts and she huffed back. After we met with our children, Henry told them all to stay for supper. I went out on the back porch to sit down, Remy and Linda joined me while the boys remained inside to share a bottle of liquor. “So what was the king like and his home?” Linda inquired. Sighing deeply, I said, “ King Aspen is a very handsome man with white silverish hair and black roots. He also has amazing ice-blue eyes, but his attitude and disposition are very ugly. The place is huge and typical for someone who is in that position.”

Especially someone as powerful. I blinked through the haze, staring up at him in disbelief. Another Alpha? Asher tilted his head, a proud, lethal gleam shining in his eyes. I am an Alpha Prince, Hazel. And I will soon be the Alpha King of the Spitfire Pack. That is why I had to drop my musical career and focus entirely on military training and high-stakes missions. Powerful, sensitive missions... like managing hidden threats and handling runaways who are not supposed to be here in my territory.

"He's way worse than that, my lady. But let's not go there. With time, you find out who he is. But he's also my brother. The last son of the king. His mother had ever questionable background but our father still married her like that. Sadly, she passed away when Asher was just five. He suffered a lot during that time and maybe that's why he's the way he is; cold, ruthless, and never smiles. I heard he gave himself some fatal marks, and hence, the mask. He's titled the demon king of tyranny, not that he's an actual demon. He was just too cruel to be considered a human." Rylie's expression softened because of the story. She knew how the loss of a mother could hurt. She couldn't stop thinking a

I asked, out of curiosity. “No, there isn’t. I just wanted to get to know you more.” She said as she bat her eyes. I immediately got that she was trying to pull up a stunt, but before I could say a word, one of the warriors interrupted. “Alpha Asher, the King asks to see you.” He informed, acting humble. “Alright, princess. If you may excuse me, I have to go.” I said, trying to be polite and then I left. ~ “We have gathered all information on Azech’s kingdom, so you can have a look at it.” He said as he handed over some papers to him.

he yelled at them. They looked at him confused, “You are not our King. Our King is King Kenloc of the Pixies.” Akasha spoke calmly. “How dare you be rude to me!” “We are not, our King is dead, and our people no longer bow to anyone.” Ari replied curtly, earning a glare from the King. This is not going well. I thought to myself, surprised that my father was letting his emotions slip so much when he was supposed to be the example to our people and have full control over them.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

"Ash, this is Zerena, Shay and Ezekiel's daughter. Zerena, this is my eldest, Ash. He's the future king of this kingdom, and has offered to help your parents in their plight." Rain makes some beautiful kids, how could she not. She's beautiful, her husband was damn handsome. I can only imagine what her other mates look like. Ash looked at me with those sky blue orbs and a large smile on his face. I don't think I've ever seen someone smile so large and be genuine about it. "Cool, thank you." I told him awkwardly, feeling uneasy at how friendly he looked. "I think he deserves more than a 'cool, thank you'." Ember snapped. She seems really defensive over Ash.

Beside the frame sat a glass vase containing the single item the ocean had surrendered: the soot-stained crimson silk scarf. I stared at that photograph until my eyes burned, my chest trapped in a vise that tightened with every tick of the cathedral clock. I was dressed in a tailored black suit, but I felt like a corpse wrapped in wool. The dark gash across my forehead throbbed with a dull, constant ache beneath my dark hair, a bitter physical reminder of the fire that had consumed my life six days ago off the coast of Florida. The archbishop’s voice boomed softly through the vaulted arches, delivering a practiced, hollow sermon about grace, tragedy, and God’s mysterious plan.

The car the animals were in caught fire on the highway and they were burned to death. Fiona fell sick, plagued by guilt for causing the death of those animals. She no longer played underground rock music with her friends because Asher didn't like her having friends. Asher said, "If you love me, I'm the only person you can see. In your world, there can only be me." But how did Asher treat her? Thinking about all this, Fiona's face turned even paler. Covering her empty abdomen, she crawled to the riverbank. Gazing at the flowing river before her, a poignant warmth welled up in her eyes, and a relieved smile appeared.