Wandering Noble Ashes Novels & Stories

“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.

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

Her handwriting was neater than I expected. "Bentley, I was the only one who wronged your brother. Don’t hate me." That evening, I bought myself a bouquet of sunflowers. As I walked back to my apartment, the sound of an accordion drifted through the alley. This time, I didn’t quicken my pace.

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.