What Chapter Does Gavriel Die In Kingdom Of Ash นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Watch me.” The hunters recover quickly. They always do. One pulls a grenade-shaped device from his belt. Silver dispersal. If that detonates in this enclosed space— Rowan will die. Immediately. My magic surges upward. The pendant around my neck burns hotter against my skin as power presses against the iron barrier restraining it. No. Not yet. I cannot risk it. Rowan lunges again. His claws rake across another hunter’s chest, tearing armor and sending the man stumbling backward with a shout.

At the blood pouring from him. "You were like a son to me" he whispered. "And you murdered my mother" Asher replied. "We are done." He pulled the blade free. Kael collapsed. Blood spreading beneath him. His pale eyes found mine. Still full of hate. Even dying. "This is not over" he whispered. "Gabriel still has an army. The kingdom is still burning. You have won nothing." "We won you" I said. "That is enough for today." His eyes went empty. The light faded. Kael. The man who had manipulated kingdoms. Who had murdered queens. Who had nearly destroyed everything.

"The sense of calm from earlier, when I felt like I was going to lose it over my brother..." "Oh, so it did work. I wasn't sure. I was still pretty loopy. Oh dear, yep, here they come," sure enough, two men dressed all in black so the audience wouldn't see them, approached us. I turned to look ahead, to pretend I hadn't been talking to their target. They stopped beside him, I heard a small click and then, without a single word, they walked away again. The older slave smiled at me. "Th'name's Phil, by th'way," he slurred, his head tilting back. His eyes drooped, a dumb grin plastered itself on his face and he went silent, staring at the ceiling.

His voice squeaked as he struggled for air. I heed to his plea, pulling him down. Not to his throne, but to his knees in front of me. I want the rest of the howlers and the warriors to see how I humiliate their Alpha. Lucan had his knees to the ground, I gave him time to catch his breath. “It was passed down that the bloodline of your ex lover would be in full possession of a piece, your urn. Kayla made a request to be given your ashes as a peace token for handing you over to the hands of the Alpha of their time to slay. It was said that your urn is to be with them, maybe along the way, it might have been given to the wrong hands or might have been sold to the hands of strangers. But for wha

Finding the Mayor's corpse on the ground, Elaine had soldiers return him to the lowest level of the mansion, beyond the basement, where the royal crypt had been dug. There, Elaine laid Damien's dead, cold frame next to the well-preserved corpse of his beloved, and her mother, Elvina, while Dillon stood at her side. # Ash made it back to the cabin an hour before daybreak. His trotting had somehow soothed Miranda's malaise, and by the time he entered the cabin and rolled her form onto the bed, all she could muster were soft painful pants and sighs. Ash licked Miranda's face once more, then he transformed back to his human body, now sporting a long scar along the center of his abdomen.

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

The brave men did not kill dragons. The brave men rode them. Game of Thrones Rurik stared at the floor number digits, which kept changing in the elevator as he and Damien's team rode it to the top floor, when suddenly his head seemed to clear of the fog that had separated him from Charlotte.

I had no interest in listening to him any longer. “Didn’t you say your arm was gone? It looks perfectly intact to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, his other arm thudded to the ground as well. Amid his agonized screams, parts of his body were torn away piece by piece until he was reduced to nothing, executed in the cruelest way possible. With my vengeance complete, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled me. Queenie Aasen, who once cared for the world and acted with selfless righteousness, was gone.

But seeing the despair in Horton's eyes hurt even more. I let go of Marcus's hand and staggered toward the edge of the cliff. "Now you're free," I gasped, my gaze locking on the kneeling warriors. It wasn't a plea. It was a command. "Avenge them!" Then, I let go, and fell backward into the abyss. The wind howled in my ears, the stars spinning above me. The ice-cold water of the river embraced me. And darkness swallowed my consciousness. But in the last moment before I faded, I thought I heard someone screaming my name in a frenzy.

"Now! You must rest. We have a mountain of work to do once you have found your strength again. It was a delight to finally meet you." And with a blur of speed, she was gone. I looked at Gavriel, but he simply gave me a tired, knowing shrug before disappearing into his own room. I stepped into mine, finding a space filled with dark velvet and the flickering glow of candles. For the first time since leaving Ashfall, I was truly alone.