Wandering Noble Ashes Novels & Stories

“But maybe one day you’ll know we never stopped trying.” --- Far away, in a crumbling church deep in the woods, Aiden slammed his fist into the altar. Stone cracked beneath his knuckles. Dust rose like smoke. “Burn it all,” he breathed. “Let them choke on the ashes.” And in the shadows, one of his new wolves stepped forward—eyes glowing faint amber, waiting for the command. **** Pov: Asher. It was nearly midnight when Asher found himself walking through the quiet trees just beyond the mansion grounds. The moon was full—bright enough to cast silver across the stone path that wound toward the hill where his father used to sit and watch the forest breathe.

to me. A salty breeze drifted in through the half-open window, carrying the scent of the sea. In this unfamiliar city, the past slowly blurred, fading into the distance. It turns out, even the deepest love and the fiercest hatred will eventually be worn down by time into nothing but a sigh. But some sighs come far too late. Outside the window, snowflakes fell in silence, like shattered stardust scattered by fate, lighting the road that led me to my new life. The End

The twins’ tears fell upon her gown, silver droplets in morning gold. And Nyra Duskbane, Queen of Ash and Flame, stood at the precipice of fate...

“It was dark. Black, maybe. But the fabric shimmered, like it wasn’t just cloth. Almost... alive.” At that, Asher’s lips curved into a grim smile. “A wizard,” he said, his tone filled with certainty. The room collectively tensed, the word heavy with meaning. “You’re sure?” Corey asked, his voice unusually grave. Asher nodded. “Positive. And I know exactly where we need to go.” “Where?” Jamie asked, though his tone suggested he already dreaded the answer. Asher didn’t hesitate. “The Willow.” The reaction was immediate. Nina sucked in a sharp breath, while Jamie swore under his breath. Corey ran a hand through his hair, and Amara paled, her tension giving way to outright fear.

“If the court hears you're leaving during crisis, they'll call it abandonment.” “Let them.” I clenched my jaw. “They’ve called me worse.” The journey to the Ash Spire took three days through broken terrain. Ever since Elira’s burst of power, the land had begun to twist. Trees bloomed with silver fruit. Streams ran backward. Time flickered at the edges of vision, like someone pulling aside a curtain just to watch. We were being observed. I felt it every moment. At dusk on the third day, we reached the base of the Ash Spire. It loomed like a dead god’s finger, blackened from centuries of ancient fire. At its heart, a door carved with lunar runes pulsed with faint light.

she spat under her breath, slamming the wheel with her palm. Her plan was simple , get to Damon’s mansion, question the maids, slip them money if needed. Someone would break, Someone always did. But just as she neared the familiar neighborhood, her eyes caught sight of a slim figure walking alone along the street. Long hair doll with beautiful hairpins youthful frame, the face illuminated briefly by a passing car’s headlights. Penelope, damon’s precious daughter. Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. A thought as dark as it was tempting slithered into her mind.

My magic sparked—but it fizzled out like a dying star. He’d poisoned the blade. “You lied,” I whispered, the world spinning. He lowered me gently. “I never wanted this,” he murmured. “But Ashen… she’s not asking anymore. She’s commanding.” Darkness folded over me. The last thing I saw was my brother walking away… And Ashen waiting in the trees beyond. Smiling.

"Let’s just call it what it was: I was pathologically jealous, so I plucked those memories right out of your skull after my failed attempt to erase you from existence. Consider this your lucky day, I’ve restored your pathetic past, so you can go back to being whoever you think you are. Don't expect a parting gift. Goodbye, Ravian." Her massive wings erupted from her back with a violent snap, and she took to the sky, disappearing into the clouds like a dark omen. ****************** Asher dismounted the horse, the leather creaking slightly as his boots hit the soft earth. Zayla was still perched on the saddle, looking down at the breathtaking scenery. They were standing at the edge of a seclud