Wandering Noble Ashes Novels & Stories

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

But to save them, to maybe finally give these trapped echoes peace, he had to. "Alright," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But I'm coming with you. Ronan, Elara, Finn! Form a circle! Protect each other! Don't let the echoes inside! We're going through!" With Ashiel leading, his sword cleaving a path through the silent, screaming army of memories, they pushed forward into the heart of the Ashen Wastes. The air grew thicker with ash and with the psychic residue of death. Liora was bombarded with fragments of final thoughts—a name, a face, a prayer, a curse.

it was obvious Alex was worried about which location Adler would choose, "What is it?" I asked with a little bad feeling. Alex frowned for a moment, "We suspect that Adler will choose the Land of Ashes as the site of the war "Why?" "That place is one of the neutral territories, but werewolves cannot bring out their wolf form in the Land of Ashes." he explained, "Several hundred years ago there was a big war between werewolves, several thousand of us died there because of the war. It was a very long winter, it was almost impossible to bury all the war dead in the ground that had hardened with snow. So the authorities at the time decided to burn the bodies all at once to ashes. Now it's a sacr

“The crown reframes the vow, but we still must end the cycle of ashes.” They descended. The ridge broke off into old mining tunnels, carved by the first blood‑vowers, now collapsed, silent. Only the scarred rocks spoke, blackened by centuries of shadow. But the crown glowed gold, guiding them. Sarah moved ahead, blade raised. “Stay close, the tunnels opened into a cavern that smelled of soot and old sorrow. At the center sat the Chamber of Ashes, a circular pit filled with grey ash, embers still glinting. Runes carved into the rim glowed faintly spirals and wolf­moons and broken chains, the air hummed, every breath felt like inhaling regret.

He found Theron. He sat on the edge of the tower. The morning sun washed over him. His body turned to shimmering, golden dust. "Theron!" Elias ran to him, but it was too late. "Take care of the clan, Elias," Theron's voice was a soft whisper. "I'm going to her." The golden dust danced in the breeze and vanished into the sky. With tears in his eyes, Elias collected Theron's ashes. He placed our urns together, reuniting us at last.

Once he was done, Asher sighed deeply, feeling an excitement boil in his chest, as he couldn't wait to welcome his son home. Asher's eyes looked out the nursery's window. The sun had begun setting in the west, and in the east, the full, grey moon began rising above the clouds. Standing at the second story of his mansion, Asher could see over the pine trees of the forest that bordered the east end of his pack grounds. He approached the window and looked out onto the world before him. Birds could be heard singing their last tunes for the day. Asher looked down on the village area below him. The children were being called in by their mothers as the evening began settling its dark shade in the s

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.