Ash And Dawn Novels & Stories

But after a few seconds, he shakily put it on speaker. "Hello, Miss Seraphina. We are calling to follow up on the Twilight Ash service you inquired about. Do you still require it? Miss Seraphina? Miss Seraphina?" Hearing the words "Twilight Ash service," Damien's breath caught in his throat. "So I heard her correctly that day." "The day Seraphina went to request the dissolution, she was already arranging her own funeral." Damien's voice trembled so much it was almost incoherent.

The hatch shifts slightly. Locked, but old. Rust weakens everything over time. Rowan uses the last of his strength and slams into it once—hard. The hatch gives. It bursts open with a metallic shriek. Rowan freezes. Sound. Too much sound. Too loud. But it’s done. The hatch is open. Cold air rushes in from above, carrying street scent—oil, smoke, wet pavement. Rowan climbs out. I follow. We emerge into a narrow alley behind a row of boarded buildings, the city’s glow distant but present, streetlights bleeding pale light into the darkness.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

Emerald leaned into him, her diamond ring catching the light like a tiny crown, not on her finger, but on her throne. Together they walked back down the rose covered aisle, two villains who found heaven in each other. …ready to build a future no one thought they deserved.

Flame licks the treeline on the far ridge, smoke pouring black into the white sky. I lift my head, blood dripping from my jaws, and turn toward the sound. Holt snarls beneath me, writhing to break free, but my weight holds him pinned down. The scent of ash and resin pollutes the air. Ashgrave seems to be openly declaring their allegiance to Redmaw. They’ve gotten their hands on explosives somehow and they’re doing what they can to turn the tide of this fight. Through the smoke, they pour, Derren at the front.

I was shocked when I saw a text from Ryan. Ryan – Charlotte 1 Daisy 0.