Ash C Novels & Stories

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

And I, the rightful wife, had been exiled to this windowless storage room. The piercing ring of a cellphone suddenly shattered the dead silence, violently yanking me from my memories. "Hello, this is Elysian Crypts Eternal Rest," a graceful female voice said. "Miss Seraphina, are you still in need of the 'Twilight Ash Ceremony' you inquired about?" "If you place a deposit now, we can hold it for you for seven days. Otherwise, it will be offered to another noble awaiting their final slumber." That was the resting ceremony I had looked into a month ago.

We passed a motel quite some distance below—the one where we will be spending the night. “He really doesn’t want to be disturbed, huh?” I said considering how high up in the mountains we were. “Carter Gray has done some real shitty stuff throughout his life including the unfair means he used to win the Cold War…he has a lot to repent about,” Asher said, wrapping a thick jacket around me and zipping it up to my neck. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then took my hand. “Watch your steps on the snow…” he muttered. “You wouldn’t want to trip,”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

A small flame flickered weakly in her palm. Then— It faded. The wind passed over her, gentle, almost grateful. She had bought them time. She had held the line. She had died with fire in her heart. **** POV: Asher Nightshade. The SUV’s tires crunched over gravel as **Asher** pulled into the fortified gate. Concrete walls rose high, lined with security cameras and motion sensors. The old woods surrounded the facility, masking its presence from the outside world.

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

ash : shutup honey how can you show my room to him me : what do you mean by it if I don't show your room should I let him to stay in my room ash : what the hell honey me : don't blame me your face is showing all answers ash : enough honey me : ok ok say did he accepted your proposal ash : yeah he accepted my proposal me : wow let's party hansika : what's going on here me : our ash is not single anymore hansika : really me : yeah niha : so now I have two sister in laws

"I suppose I could." "Excellent. My car is just here." Sinclair waved at the black sedan parked along the street. The lights turned on, momentarily blinding Belishaw. He raised a hand to shield his eyes as Sinclair stepped out of the way to allow him to climb inside. He was halfway in when he was suddenly shoved from behind. He collapsed onto the seat, and something sharp jabbed into the side of his neck. The beast inside him, the one that always surged to the surface when his life was threatened, now sank deep into a dark abyss beyond his reach. The cool leather seat pressed against his cheek, and it was the only relief he felt as a flood of heat surged within his body.

Adams was trying to resist whatever was trying to drain his life out of him as he struggled inside Ashton. "What is it, Adams?" Ashton asked. "Where are we?" Adams asked. "In some kind of cell. I guess it is filled with mountain ash!" Ashton said. The guard who had brought him only pushed him into the cell from a distance. He then used some special switch to close the door. Mountain Ash was a special substance that could be used to trap wolves. Any wolf that was trapped using the mountain ash would never break free because the moment they tried, they will feel like every born in their body had been electrocuted.

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.