Wandering Noble Ashes Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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 was just messing with you…you're a freeman, Eren. I stared at him, dumbfounded.“ What? …. Did you hear the part where he said he was going to murder my family? He wasn't bluffing when he said that.” Aslan stood to his feet and went over to the shelves in one corner of the room. He brought out a book and placed it on the table right in front of me. “ You're the first man along with your family and my daughter to be marked free in this scroll without a death sentence,” he explained.

Liam leaned back in his chair, his expression dark. "We suspect Adler will choose the Ashen Field," he said, his voice grave. "The Ashen Field?" I asked, testing the name on my tongue. It sounded like a graveyard. "It is neutral ground," he explained, "but cursed. Wolves cannot shift there. Centuries ago, a great war was fought on that soil. Thousands died in the dead of winter. The ground was frozen solid, so they couldn't bury the dead. Instead, they burned them."

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.

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.