Wandering Noble Ashes Novels & Stories

“I’m turning in, better still, I will go for a run before that. You still want to stay?” “Sure, I would rather stay here and pass the time. Just, let me know when you are back from your run.” Asher nodded and dropping the goblet on a tray, he walked out of the ballroom. He contemplated going to his room to change but at the end, he changed his mind and soon, the sound of bones shifting and forming were heard and then a very big sliver wolf with red eyes sprinted out of the gates and into the woods, leaving nothing but shredded clothes where he once stood.

And I have walked far enough into this forest to know, it remembers me too. I smell ash long before I see it. The herb I seek, Ashbane, grows only in cursed ground. Born from the blood of wolves and witches who died here in a war no one speaks of. A war where betrayal hung heavier than victory. The kind of place Inferno calls "ripe with truth and ruin." I call it dangerous. But he insisted. So I came.

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

Ragged. Scarred. Eyes glowing with pain and hunger and something worse—hope. They circled the farmhouse, silent. Waiting. Asher stepped out beside her, shirtless, panting from whatever fight he’d returned from. Cuts lined his chest. He looked at her, then at them. “They followed the ashes,” he said. “They followed the scent of defiance.” “They followed blood,” Emilia whispered. “Mine.” One of the wolves stepped forward—half-shifted, bones still clicking into place. She recognized the voice.

He watched her burn until there was nothing left but ash and charred flesh. As the fire spread and started to consume the boat, he made no effort to run. Instead, he pulled out a vial of wolfsbane and drank it. He chose to kill himself. Their ashes sank into the sea. Finally, my soul drifted free. I left Jaroch behind. Before I faded, I saw Marabel take Sylvia away from Neradia. They started a new life together. As for the man who tried to blackmail Lezah, he never got the money. He went public with everything Jaroch and Lezah had done.

For no matter what the enemy could do, as long as they were not deserving, the elixir would never exist in front of them. HER BLOOD was pumping deep inside her as she pushed a slightly ajar door. The door swung and crashed against the wall, earning her a few terrified looks. "M—Miss Lily!" A group of statled nuns rushed to her, although were stopped by the eldest of them. "Miss Lily Alston," she greeted, wearing an amicable smile despite the creases on her brows. "May we help you with your troubles?" Lily Alston breathed heavily and frantically looked around. Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard.

The ground was shaking all the birds sitting on the trees fly's away at once Zudan's horse and Rosita's horse throw them away and ran off, Lame turned and wanted to run away from the scene but she saw Zudan, Rosita, and Katrine from the far. Lame did not bother to attack them as she ride her horse and runs away. Ashek raises the sword to the sky and pieced it into the dragon's heart, All the water dried up at once, and everywhere become desert, Ashek collapsed and died instantly. Ashek woke up inside the pit of hell, he screamed in pain. *********************************

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

He picked up the branding iron and placed it in the burning fire “Bound by loyalty, bound by blood and bound by oath. I renounce my title and bestow the power I inherited from our predecessors on a new legacy.” He flipped open the book of oaths.” I renounce my oath to Lead and serve Zenturio as head and swear my loyalty as Lord.” He picked up the branding iron and walked over to me ,the book still in his hands. I took a deep breath , preparing myself for the burning pain. “ With our symbol carved into the hearts ,We serve in Loyalty and in ashes.” The crowd echoed.” We serve in Loyalty and in Ashes.” And he pressed the hot iron in my skin ,right into my heart,craving the symbol of a rose on

Chapter 14: Shards of the Aftermath Morning reluctantly broke, spilling pale orange light over the wreckage of the NOVA-7 complex. Smoke continued to curl into the air behind them as they huddled around a small campfire at the top of a ridge that gazed down into the valley below. Adrenaline had worn off. Only the low hum of questions—unasked, unspoken—remained. Asher sat next to Cassandra. She hadn't spoken since they'd fled. Her eyes blazed with awareness, but her voice came and went, lost and weak.