Novel & Cerita What Chapter Does The 13 Die In Kingdom Of Ash

“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."

Third Person's Pov "You're lying... you're lying!" Ash took a step back, shaking his head and tried to calm down the beating of his heart. He tried to deny it, he didn't want to believe it, nor did he want to believe her. "Samarah! Come out now!" Ash shouted as he kept running inside the apartment, trying to find her, but there was no Samarah who appeared in front of her. "It's useless. She's already dead. Now we're trying to take back her corpse that had been taken away by Thalia—"

For the first time in months, there’s peace in their eyes. But not everyone made it. Elise was found in her room, her lifeless body lying beside a shattered glass of poison. No note. No goodbye. Just silence. The king, had already been dead long before we arrived. He didn’t survive the sickness. The queen, however, was found alive but frail. She wept when she saw Asher, calling him by his true name, whispering thanks to the goddess for his return. And just like that, the kingdom began to heal.

Joshua reported, as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and headed towards the double doors of the mansion. Asher opened the door, and at the base of the steps, the warrior laid dead. "There's something else." Joshua added, as he passed the Alpha, and beckoned him towards the body. Asher approached the dead warrior. His eyes were still open. Joshua crouched near the warrior's head and pulled the collar of his shirt to reveal a unique marking on his neck. Two tiny dots that resembled teeth marks. More specifically, sharp fangs. Asher looked at the wound carefully, his mouth running sour, his stomach churning with a queasy motion. He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before clos

Sienna's POV A steel-toed boot slammed into my ribs, and I curled on the ground, coughing up blood. "Get up, little she-wolf." Chief Elder Marcus looked down at me, a vicious smile on his face. Behind him stood a dozen armed men—Brynn's mercenaries. "The game is over." I pushed myself up, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth onto the grass. The forest around us was burning. Jake and the other rangers were already down, lying motionless nearby.

Asher continued, the frustration evident in his voice: “The moment we detained the mercenary at the location and began transporting him to the prison, he unfortunately passed away.” A wave of anger surged through me. “What? What the hell did you do to him, Asher?” My voice came out louder than I intended, echoing through the silent room, clashing against the cold, white walls. The pressure was mounting, as if the air itself was growing heavier, almost suffocating. Asher, however, remained unfazed. He knew my outburst wasn’t personal. “Nothing, Majesty. By the time we arrived at the prison and opened the van, the man’s entire life force had been drained. Someone, perhaps the woman who hired h

He knew the stories, one look at her anger, and death followed, a brutal kind of death that always left the corpse unrecognizable. “What happened to the others?” the Queen said, her voice sounding angry, he could see her trying to control her anger by holding the throne tighter, he could feel her eyes boring into him, he couldn’t see them but he could feel the anger and murderous urge in them. “The rogues I sent with you to Moonclaw, Asher. Where are they?” The queen asked. “They’re dead, my Queen,” Asher said, his voice shaking, his hands pressing against the floor, his eyes still down, as he realized how serious this meeting was going to be, one wrong word could cost him his life.

Once he pulled back, she hit his other arm and he gave her a strange look, as if not expecting it. “You are crazy,” she whispered with a frown. “Okay listen, Ash,” he said and started to pull the leather jacket he wore from the other arm first. “There are people out there trying to kill me, but since you are with me, they’ll probably want you dead too.” “Who are they? What do they want from you?” she asked and saw him trying to snap the arrow. “Hunters,” he answered. “I didn’t think they would attack this early, but they did choose the right time. Most of the students are already home or on their way home so it’ll be easy to compel the few.”

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

“Lives where kings surrendered crowns.” A different voice. “Lives where mates walked away.” Another. “Lives where children survived.” Another. “Lives where monsters chose kindness.” Another. “Lives where heroes became cruel.” Another. “Lives where the dead lived.” Emmy’s heart pounded. The voice became hers again. “Lives where you never met Ignisvath.” Her fingers tightened around his. He remained still. “What do you want from me?” “You broke the throne.” “Yes.” “You gave everyone a key.”