Ash & Elm: The Gods Reborn: The Ashfang Saga

Book Summary — The Ashfang Saga, Book II: Gods of the EinfrystarThe Wolves of Norskheimr were almost broken. The Black Cross, the Crimson Order, and the Harrowed Choir had ground them to the edge of extinction, their packs scattered, their howls drowned beneath psalm and fire. But in the frozen deeps of Nývinter, beneath ice and iron, an ancient covenant stirred.From the blood of Odin, Thor, Freyr, and Tyr, the Völva carved new warriors in frost and rune. Born from the chambers of ice and memory, the Einfrystar rose — sons of the gods, each carrying the blood and memories of their ancestors. Every swing of their axe was a strike remembered, every kill a saga retold. They were more than Wolves. They were living Valhalla.But such a gift carried fear. Old Wolves doubted. Honour blurred in the shadow of immortality. Yet the priesthood thundered the truth: they were no longer only men, but Odin’s chosen — his Echo given flesh.The Wolves waged war across Nývinter. Against the psalm of the Harrowed that nailed men to the snow. Against the Black Cross whose glaives burned with blasphemous scripture. And against the Crimson Angels — seraphs of living fire and bone-machines, descending from the heavens like wrath made steel.From the trenches of Skjoldfell to the storm-lit plains of Stormvale, the Wolves fought, bled, died, and rose again. Their howls clashed with the Harrowed’s hymns and the Angels’ hymns of light. They watched brothers fall, only to see them reborn in new flesh, smiling through the blood of their second lives.Yet even god-blood has limits. The Harrowed Warchoir shattered mountains with its psalm. The Angels carved packs into ash. The Wolves were driven into desperation. And when the battle turned against them, when the last howls threatened to be silenced, the Rune-Priests invoked a last, hidden covenant — Protocol Ash & Elm.Nine kings and nine queens, vessels of the gods and goddesses, were birthed in secret. Each bound to a ship, each bearing ten thousand Wolves in cryostasis. Fired into the black expanse of space, they would seek new worlds, where the blood of the gods could rise anew and forge a dominion greater than any empire imagined.The Wolves left on Nývinter still fight, still bleed, still fall beneath angel and thorn. But the saga does not end in snow. Across the stars, the gods themselves are reborn.The Ashfang Saga has only begun. Read more