Ash And Mallow Novels & Stories

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

“They know. Even if you won’t admit it.” The gate shuddered again. A second crack split through it, running from top to bottom like a lightning bolt. Light poured through the gap—not sunlight, but a sickly, grey light that made the shadows crawl. From beyond, something moved. A shape. Tall. Human, but wrong. Its skin looked like it was made of ash and stone, shifting with every step. No eyes. Just two hollows where eyes should be. “The Ash Man,” Malric whispered. His voice was almost reverent.

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

“If I let this slide now, there’s going to be a next time. Since you’re highly suspicious of the medical experts I have sent, you can start making your own arrangements for Charles.” With that, Logan was ready to close the door, his eyes reflecting his disappointment in me. “Wait!” I jammed my hand in the door gap and grabbed Elise, my eyes red-rimmed. “Give me the antidote! Give it to me!” “Coral, have you had enough!” Logan pulled Elise behind him and hissed at me through clenched teeth, “What antidote are you talking about? Elise didn't poison anyone.” Elise sighed. “Exactly, ma’am. Your tears are very convincing, but I can’t keep acting out these wild fantasies with you.”

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

Warren told me as he went through the drive though. We arrived home without any incident and put everything away, we had just finished cleaning everything up when the others arrived home. “What are you guys doing outside?” She asked as she skipped over. “I was just working on my bike” I lied. “What about those two?” “We just got back from McDonalds” Warren told her “I had a craving for a milkshake” Well at least that part was true.

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.

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.

The massive mahogany table was still scattered with her plans, with the samples of lace and fabric for a wedding that felt like a story from someone else's life, a cruel joke played by a merciless fate. I picked up one of the creamy white invitations, its elegant script mocking me, and my hand was perfectly steady, my expression perfectly blank. Inside, where my heart should have been beating with grief or rage, there was nothing, just a cold, hollow, and endless void. She had not just broken my heart, she had ripped it out, taking the man I was becoming with her, leaving only the ashes, the cold, dead ashes of the king I thought I had escaped. The King of Ashes was back on his throne, and h

He likes pranking Benette a lot. The most memorable prank that Asher made to Sera's cousin was the huge chocolate-coated marshmallow that he gave to Benette. But he did not know that Asher stuffed it with chili powder inside. When Benette ate it and the chili powder burned his tongue, he cried in Sera's arms while Asher was busy stopping his laughter. It took Sera almost an hour just to stop her cousin's tears.