Angela Ashes Novels & Stories

Angela continued to babble, cry, and sob, making Ansel's heart even more broken and hurt. "Excuse me." Ansel wiped the tears from the corners of Angela's eyes. ***

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.

Broken electronics, lost texts, and food or water scraps that would have meant the difference between life and death were among the items discovered in these ruins. Under layers of dust and soot, the elaborate decorations on a broken urn were hardly discernible when she brushed her fingers over its jagged edges. Ash from the empire covered her flesh and clung to her clothing. The more she searched, the more she understood that the fire had just scattered the ruins of a broken world, even though she had previously believed it had destroyed everything. She had once been a part of a world that she had known.

She drove straight for a while until she reached a downhill road with very few cars, where she swiftly maneuvered the steering wheel. The car skidded, spun in place three times, and then, without slowing down, crashed directly into a tree. In an instant, the front of the car burst into flames. Hunter smiled to himself as he achieved the desired result. He took out his phone, snapped a picture, and drove off nonchalantly. Half an hour later, Flint and Maple rushed to the hospital, devastated. They released an obituary. "We are deeply saddened to announce that our beloved daughter, Luna Baxter, passed away on December 20, 2024, at 8:07 pm, due to a car accident. She was 27 years old.

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.

"You want me to use my way to kill her?" He wasn't messing around. His hard body pressed against mine firmly as he made me stand. "Spider!" He ordered and I snapped out of my daze. If he kills her the way he does then she will go through hell. "Shoot me, please!" Angelina begged, horror covering her eyes as Spider grabbed her hand again. "Please, Queen. Please..." "Stop!" I mumbled and he heard it. Angelina closed her eyes as I closed mine and shot her. I didn't see, but I heard a skull-cracking sound and felt numb.

something inside his gaze emptied—like his soul had been hollowed out. He grabbed the hand of the corpse, muttering, "Ellen… get up. You promised you'd always be my Madre. Why did you leave me first? You're lying to me, aren't you? You just want me to care about you, to stay by your side, right? I promise now—I'll stay with you forever, okay?" He dropped to his knees beside the body, crying until his voice broke. But it was too late. "Don… Madre has already passed. Please accept our condolences."

It felt like something had shifted, like a glass had shattered and even though the pieces were swept away, you could still hear the shattering sound of it breaking if you listened closely enough. No one said anything. Not even Craig, considering he always had something to say. And that was saying something. I leaned back slightly in my chair, exhaling slowly, only just realizing I had been holding my breath through most of that entire exchange. My fingers still tingled faintly, goosebumps lingering on my skin like a reminder that I had just witnessed something extremely monumental, and phenomenal. “You people can go back to work now,” Lana said, already turning to her laptop like she hadn’t