All Chapters of Out of the Ashes: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Narrator- Elaine remained in her seated position, she casually leaned her chin on her right palm, while her elbow rested on the bar. There was a small smile quirking at the corners of her lips. Dillon still remained against the wall by the door. He weighed his shape on both his feet, and yet he still didn't experience the ache of the pressure on his knees or the bones of his lower legs. George sent a side eye to the plate meant for Carolynn and thought of the food running cold. But he wouldn't let Elaine throw him off his focus. So drawing in a deep sigh, George looked back at the smirking huntress and said in a bored tone, "tell Damien that she's not here." "But that would be a lie." Elaine commented in return. "Or if he wants to talk, he can have the meeting here." George bargained. Elaine crinkled her nose and hummed before shaking her head softly, "you know that's not going to happen." "I can't help you Elaine." George shrugged. "I can kill you in the blink of an eye Georg

Narrator- The basement was a cold brick room. Water beads formed along the lining of the cement between the red rocks, even though the air was frigid enough to draw bumps from the pores of the various bodies which occupied the space. Soft breath sounds filled the red, dark, frigid place. Intermittent sighs and mute hums also erupted here and there. Heads hung on chests and limp necks. Abdominal muscles stretched and relaxed to display every live inhale and exhale. Fingers twitched in the dark, muscles spasmed, as the room full of various creatures remained silent and frozen. The sound of clinking chain links crashing against each other and rubbing on the asphalt is what brought Violet to as she drew in a harsh gasp through the muscles of her dry vocal cords. The human girl blinked groggily. Her vision blurry as if a foggy film had been plastered against her olive-green domes. There was a ringing in her middle ears, and a sharp headache sparking at the base of her brain stem. She gr

Narrator- The midnight moon shone it's silver light unto the sleeping towns below, like a lighthouse's trustworthy signal. It penetrated the darkest alleys and exposed the textured rooftops from one street to the other. Beneath the blanket of this heavenly spotlight, Damien's mansion opened its doors, and from inside the red brick, cold building, poured out many angels of the night. Lanky shadows moved swiftly from one branch to another. Bare feet mutely scaled rooftops and squashed flower gardens, as pale figures spread out through the forest, the haste in their skinny limbs exaggerating their determination to succeed in the mission assigned by their master. Underneath the trustworthy light of the extraterrestrial moon, Aunt May and Ben cuddled together in bed. The hunter squeezed his voluptuous mate in his arms while lying on his back with his eyelids closed. The bounty hunter breathed silently through his nostrils, his even and soft breath sounds a source of comfort for his life

Narrator- "Elaine, DON'T!" Dillon screamed just before he jumped out of the way, and rolled until he made it to the other side of the cage in order to escape Elaine's attack. The huntress landed against the vertical cage wall and gripped the iron links with her claws. She grunted in anguish and turned her neck and deadly, predator gaze towards a wide-eyed Dillon. Screaming, Elaine backflipped onto the cage's platform, then dashed for Dillon. Damien still stood with his arms behind his back to watch the show. Dillon dodged Elaine's tackle once more. He hurried to climb out of the cage, but one strong grip from Elaine on his ankle, and his back was sent smacking onto the cage's rough and solid platform. Dillon laid on his back and coughed with a groan, as Elaine began stalking his way. Her fangs were bared, her gums bloody. The orbits of her eyes had been darkened by the spiderweb of vasculature, and her claws were enough to give a ten-year old nightmares for ages. Elaine huffed a

*WARNING: The beginning of this chapter contains material that some may find sensitive/ offensive. Read at your own discretion or skip to after the first scene break "#".* Narrator- Back in the forest, the birds began their matinee song. Miranda had fallen asleep from the pain, and Asher sat at the foot of the bed, lost in thought. Thoughts involving his late mate Anise, and the battle between him and Damien the night before. The constant cramping in his heart which he had become accustomed from constantly thinking of Anise and yearning revenge, had somehow dissipated during the overnight hours. With Damien gone, the score was now settled, and though Asher feared a life of loneliness, he meant every word he said to Miranda before she fell asleep. Though his mind was in a daze, his ears listened closely to every sound Miranda made, as if ensuring that he'd witness her last breath if it came to that. Suddenly, the Alpha felt a hand on his naked back. Her palm was cold, but not like