Ash And Dawn Novels & Stories

The storm had broken over Durnfell Pass. By the time Liora’s army dragged the wounded back to Eldervale, the sky itself seemed to bleed, crimson light spilling over a horizon choked with smoke and ruin. The once-golden fields were nothing but ash and trampled bodies. The Varyn were halted, but only for a breath. Behind them, the Ashborne banners kept advancing, black wolves on red silk, a nightmare she thought buried with her father’s crown.

“Cancel the marketing meeting. They’ve wasted enough of my time.” By the door, his well-dressed assistant nodded. “Already done, sir. The car’s waiting. You have the hotel opening in Midtown.” Damon rose smoothly, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Let’s go.” --- MIDTOWN The convoy of black cars cut through traffic like knives through butter. Damon’s sedan led the way, tinted windows adding to its intimidating presence. The city was alive with honking horns and rushing bodies. Then— Screech.

When I woke up again, it was already morning. I was lying in a hospital bed, my head wrapped in thick bandages. A dull ache lingered beneath them. The doctor said it was nothing serious and just superficial injuries. I transferred the agreed payment to the driver and hurried straight back to Bareyard Village. The air still reeked of sulfur. In the distance, Canlis Mountain belched thick black smoke, like a furious beast that hadn't yet calmed. The village had been completely destroyed. Homes lay collapsed, trees were scorched, and the ground was buried under layers of volcanic ash. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but ruin.

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.

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.

"Please. I am the A-team. Every single direct descendent of the Haywoods could end that little punk 100 different ways before breakfast." Without wasting another moment, Davon's crew and Seth's enforcers—over 100 men—stormed toward the hotel like a small army. … Meanwhile, Andrew and Aspen had already packed up, ready to ghost the hotel. "You think our little diversion's gonna work?" Aspen asked, her eyes flashing with a dark, vengeful gleam. Andrew stayed calm as ever. "Don't worry. You'll get to watch the fireworks." Aspen's expression turned frosty. "Christina and I… we were once great friends, in a way. But now? I don't owe her a thing. Honestly, they brought all of this on themselves."

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

The story starts with Faris Malik and his band finding a big gig, to open for a band that was hugely successful. He wants to make it big in the music Industry and it has been the only dream he wished to achieve since childhood. He is very dedicated but everything turns haywire when a person from his past appears. Everything is changed and his life turns upside down because of this one person.

“You look tired,” Dawn said to Ashley. Ashley was standing in front of a mirror her hair was all beautifully styled, slightly curled towards the end. Her make-up was light and she was wearing black jeans and a black top, with a beautiful black long coat. She looked stunning, elegant, and graceful ready for today, she wore her black boots before she turned to Dawn who was wearing a navy blue colored cape sleeve jumpsuit and her hair was tied up in a pony. Her lips were covered with a nude shade of lipstick, as she smiled at Ashley, “relax Amber is alright.”