Wandering Noble Ashes Novels & Stories

Not urgent. Expectant. Ruby mutters, “I hate it when ancient things are polite.” Gideon steps closer, awe and fear wrestling on his face. “This mark isn’t from the Frostbound King. It predates him.” That makes my stomach drop. “Predates… how much?” Gideon doesn’t answer right away. He kneels, brushing ash from the altar’s edge, revealing carvings I hadn’t noticed before—rings within rings, snowflakes dissolving into stars.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

A massive surge of energy erupted from the back of the Umbral Peak Sect's mountain, shooting straight toward the front in an instant. The Eastern Wanderer, Byron Ashby, had arrived! Andrew stood on top of a withered tree, his greatsword gleaming faintly as he watched the figure emerge. The man had long salt-and-pepper hair and, much like Monty, dressed in a scholar-style robe. He was handsome, almost refined. However, beneath that polished exterior ran a current of pure malice.

However, the employee stopped me and said I had no right to check the footage. I realized that my employee account had been blacklisted and deleted. Clearly, Vernon was behind this. He was already determined to take Peggy's side and was certain that I had stolen her necklace. I smiled bitterly. I never knew that the stoic Vernon could be blinded by love. Very quickly, I remembered that this tech company belonged to the Walkers. I decided to hurry home and meet Dylan. I returned to the apartment where I had lived for the past six years and moved all my belongings out of the place.

My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change. "Done looking?" Detective Taylor asked. "Yeah." I stood up and dusted off my hands. "Let’s go." He gave me a suspicious look. "What exactly are you trying to do?" I didn’t answer. I only said, "Can we go somewhere else?" "Where?" "Ellie Wilson’s house." The car stopped at the entrance of Blackridge Hollow. We walked the rest of the way along a muddy path. Ahead of us stood a low, run-down house. The walls were peeling. Junk was piled in the yard. A skinny mutt barked wildly at us.

He said and aimed to take the cloth, but Ashriel stopped him by holding his hand. “It’s okay, Nile. It’s not a big deal.” She said and continued wiping his face and neck. Nile became stiff like a little kid, making Ashriel chuckle. “You said you were once a noble. What name are you carrying?” Ashriel asked. She tried to rack her brain, trying to remember what Noble Family has Brunette hair and greyish-blue eyes. Recalling all the Noble Families under Aparctias and Thrascias, there was only one family with that identity.

The path to healing was long, but with courage and determination, they would forge a brighter future. --- Ashes and Dawn’s: The wind carried a strange quiet over the land, the kind that followed only after great battles and broken oaths. The once bloodied field now shimmered under the first rays of sunlight, a silent witness to all that had transpired. Luna stood still at the heart of it all, her cloak rustling softly. Her hands, still smudged with ash and magic, clutched the pendant that had once belonged to her mother — the symbol of a lineage both cursed and chosen.

The witches were gone, leaving nothing behind but charred patterns on the scorched earth. When the dust finally settled, the clearing was a graveyard of ash and smoke. Rhea stood in the center, her clothes in tatters, her skin glowing with a faint, dying silver light. She looked down at her hands, which were stained with the grey dust of the women she had just annihilated. POV: Ash Ryder Ash walked through the wreckage, his heart feeling like it had been shredded by a thousand silver blades. The smell of ozone and death was suffocating. He found Micah first, the boy miraculously alive but catatonic, staring at the space where the willow tree had been.

He appointed three warriors out of his team of ten to look after Jake. The thought of it made him hiss. He looked behind him at his father and his pupils dilated in daze. Alpha was surveying the content obtained from the sack bag of the rogue. “Ash?” Jake walked closer to take a look. "Not just any ash," He said, his eyes glued to the ash he poured in his palm. "This is magical ash." "Magical ash?" Jake parroted. Alpha looked up from the pit of his palm and nodded in a yes. Then he raised the hand holding ash and said, "This is magical ash that we have come here looking for."

Spots of death scattered across living land. “It’s testing,” one of the silver ones said. Her name was Thea. She’d been sealed for five years before the multi-person seal freed her. “Consuming small amounts. Seeing what happens. Learning the world through destruction.” “That’s smarter than the third Source was,” Lena observed. “Or more patient. Hard to tell which is worse.” They found Ash three days east. It had changed since leaving. Less grey now. More silver mixed through its form. Like the teaching it received was spreading. Becoming visible.