What Chapter Does Gavriel Die In Kingdom Of Ash Novels & Stories

Her eyes were bursting with flames as she looked at the smirking Ashley who was now on a kneeling position before Talia. “Do you want me to even your new makeup routing, huh?” Ashley mocked. If Talia wanted her to plea, she would in a heartbeat, but it did not mean she would not want to make Talia feel bad with any chance she could get. The life and death of her son was unclear, even her death was semi-sealed here with the lunatic Talia in the mix, so Ashley—who had died once—was ready with dying again. As long as she could be with her son.

Instead, he caught Kamman's arm, as if preventing his fall. "Aren't you a Phoenix, sir? How come your body doesn't live up to your name?" Asia asked in a mocking tone, a playful smile plastered steadily on his face. He said that with no idea that his presence was slowly draining bits of Kamman's soul. Kamman closed his eyes and focused on the pain, trying to subdue it. One of his hands pressed to his head, and the other gripped the nearest table to support his body. His men visibly panicked, especially Rei, who immediately rushed to hold him. However, he barely reached him before Asia's arm was raised in front of him, preventing access.

My knees hit the red-stained snow, and the world began to tilt. Kael caught me before I hit the ground. He pulled me against his chest, his blood soaking into my dress, his heart thudding against mine. He didn't look at the carnage. He didn't look at his pack. He just looked at me. "You broke the cuffs," he whispered, his voice thick with awe and terror. "I had to," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I couldn't let him take you." He pressed his forehead to mine, his scent of pine and steel the only thing keeping me conscious. "The Council will never let you stay now, Asha. They saw what you are. They saw the fire."

And when I finally plunged Kael’s blade into Azrael’s chest, I whispered, “This is just the beginning.” Azrael collapsed. Dead. Silent. The boy stared at me like I was a god or a demon. I wiped the blood from my face. “We move at dawn. We find the others. We burn Lilith’s kingdom to ash.” “And Kael?” My jaw tightened. I looked east, where his kingdom waited. And I whispered, “He dies last.”

I drink it in one burning pull. The wind scatters the ashes across the Black Sea. I breathe in the smoke and, for the first time in almost a year, I taste freedom. Gavriil is dead. His empire is ash. And I am finally, finally, home.

After I'm done relaying all the events, he speaks. "I see," he sits up. "The question to your answer, Haven, is no." "W-what? What do you mean 'no?'" "Your father, Ash, is not dead. He is still alive." "B-but..how can that be?" I say in a small shocked whisper. "Lycan King Ash was ambushed and betrayed by his friends exactly as it is in your vision and.." He opens his drawer and pulls out a book, it's yellowish-gold cover colour looking a bit weared off. "In this book."

Every bit of healing she poured into him was instantly frozen. "Don't... waste it," Silas whispered, his head sagging forward. "He’s coming... the King... is coming through the eye." Ash didn't look back at the dying man. He didn't look at Rhea’s tears. He simply turned toward the staircase, his grey eyes fixed on the violet rift in the sky. He began to climb, his footsteps steady and rhythmic on the ice. "Ash! Come back!" Rhea cried, her voice echoing through the chamber. "You just killed him! You killed the only person who was trying to help us!"

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.

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.

Yoel had already planned to get rid of his companies and assets slowly, and the person receiving them was me. I had already learned about all the things that had happened recently. For example, after I fainted, Yoel exposed the painting Rosa had stolen, and it destroyed her reputation. He didn't take back the art gallery and all the paintings and jewelry he had given to her. Instead, he burned everything to the ground. As the flames burned, he said with a smile, "You've messed with a devil, Rosa. No one else will donate their kidneys to you now, so you should just wait for your death in pain. You're the one who has fallen from grace."