Ash And Dawn Novels & Stories

KYLA POV The sky cracked open just before dawn. One moment, there was only silence—the kind that coils around your spine and whispers that something is wrong. The next, a jagged slash of fire ripped through the heavy stormclouds like the heavens themselves had been torn in two. And then… it rained. But not water. Not cleansing. It rained ash. Thick, black, stinking ash that fell in slow spirals like death’s confetti, coating every stone, every blade, every inch of bare skin. It clung to my lashes. It filled my mouth with the taste of charred bone and ancient curses.

Ash: Doom OF: Ashy, what? Ash: Oh my fucking god OF: Ashybear Ash: What have you done, Paul OF: ASHYBEAR? OF: There are so many OF: F*ck OF: Uncontrollable OF: They are bursting OF: Mia, hold me back MC: No OF: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

SERAPHINA’S POV 'The Golden Cage' The deep, low thrum of twin diesel engines vibrated straight through the soles of my shoes, humming through my skin like a slow, constant warning. I stood near the polished teak railing at the stern of the Vance Empress, staring out at the receding skyline of Manhattan. The sharp, jagged silhouettes of glass skyscrapers were slowly drowning in the thick, grey mist of dawn. Cold salt wind whipped my dark hair across my face, stinging my eyes, but I didn't move. I couldn't.

We"d both gone to the automobile show where new cars were being exhibited. He wanted to pick the newest, biggest, most-expensive truck they had, because, in his own words - my Queen and Princess have to ride in style - but I hadn't wanted showy, I wanted small and sedate, I wanted - no - I want, and got an under the radar kind of car. But Ash gets whatever he wants so he still got the showy truck with the big fancy headlights and the slick leather seats and the - Pin pin pin pin. I'm wrenched from my reveries by a familiar horn, and when I look up from where I had unknowingly been clutching the seat tightly, I see Ash coming down from the said truck, followed closely by Night Eyes. There's a

Asher rolls his eyes at how stupid they both sound. Danny and Asher have plans to go in to the closest town that has an arts and crafts store which is only about an hour's drive away. They have a list of stuff that they need to get, like the leather and othe crafting things that they might need to make the journals. Danny stands up and moves over by Asher, looking relieved to finally be able to leave the group. Asher is going to have to stop trying to force them together. “See you guys later.” Asher tells them. They all say it back but they are giving him some weird, searching looks. Asher has no idea what that could be about so he just shrugs it off. He will wonder about that another day.

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

My knees hit the red-stained snow, and the world began to tilt. Kael caught me before I hit the ground. He pulled me against his chest, his blood soaking into my dress, his heart thudding against mine. He didn't look at the carnage. He didn't look at his pack. He just looked at me. "You broke the cuffs," he whispered, his voice thick with awe and terror. "I had to," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I couldn't let him take you." He pressed his forehead to mine, his scent of pine and steel the only thing keeping me conscious. "The Council will never let you stay now, Asha. They saw what you are. They saw the fire."

Ashes at Dawn The smoke still hung over Crescent when dawn broke, a gray veil drifting low across the hills as if the Moon Goddess herself had lowered her head in mourning. The air stank of burned timber and blood. Wolves patrolled the perimeter, some limping, some barely upright, but all stubbornly clinging to their duty. Crescent’s once-proud courtyard was now a triage yard. Blankets, makeshift cots, and the faint copper tang of spilled life covered the stones that only yesterday had been scrubbed for wedding preparations.

Hope The sound of people banging and clattering about has my eyes snapping open amd my heart rate jumping in alarm. For a second i dont know where i am or whats happening and then everything from the past week coming crashing into me like a stones being throw. Being aressted. the cells, the wolves, being a sevant in serves to those fucking monsters. I groan and sit up my head pounding from the sudden rush of information coming back to my brain. Maria rushes in worry and aggravation written all over her face" Girls get up , what are you doing !" hurry dress and meet me in the kitchen" We musint be late!" She off in a hurry yelling the same at the girls in the rooms next to ours . I look over