Ashes Ashes All Fall Down Novels & Stories

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.

And then everything turned black. ________________________________________________

Yoel had already planned to get rid of his companies and assets slowly, and the person receiving them was me. I had already learned about all the things that had happened recently. For example, after I fainted, Yoel exposed the painting Rosa had stolen, and it destroyed her reputation. He didn't take back the art gallery and all the paintings and jewelry he had given to her. Instead, he burned everything to the ground. As the flames burned, he said with a smile, "You've messed with a devil, Rosa. No one else will donate their kidneys to you now, so you should just wait for your death in pain. You're the one who has fallen from grace."

I sat in front of my vanity, my makeup artist working her magic. As she was rubbing different products on my face, I pondered on the type of solution my father might have come up with for the Spain deal. Defeated, I let out a heavy sigh, sitting anxiously, waiting for her to be done. “Tasha, can you hurry? I’m getting late.” I snapped at her. “Almost done,” she said in a whisper as she doubled her speed and then she let out a “done.”

I drew my phone from my pocket, scrolling up to get my translator app. Got it. I proceeded to read them out loud; it wasn't what I could easily comprehend, so I'll read it for myself and the invisible audience here in this basement. At the end of transcribing the runes into, the object of star focus fell off my grip and with a loud thud, it hit the ground. I swear I held it firmly. It remained unbroken. It fell head-first to the ground, I picked it up and got more frightened when a huge amount of ash poured out

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

My heart is pounding againt my chest i think im going to be sick. Just as my stomach starts to turn a hand wraps around my arm.They are separating us. Men woman and children are all pulled apart into separate groups. "Let go of me" i snap at garret. He ignores me shoving me forward with the other women my age. I stumble but catch myself before falling. Frantic mubbles fill the room. My eyes find Molly huddling with the other children, they are afraid. I would be to but i dont fear death anymore. Death is peacful quiet some would even say a kind. In this world for humans it would be a mercy.

I hadn’t washed it yet. However, when I examined the collar, my fingers paused. The button was loose. The thread looked new, like it had been forcibly pulled. I crouched down and opened the shoe cabinet. My pair of hospital slippers sat neatly inside. The soles were clean. I remembered clearly that the last time I wore them, there had been a faint yellowish stain from disinfectant. Now, the soles were gray-white, as if someone had deliberately scrubbed them clean. My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change.

He raised his hand and touched Asia's cheek gently; then, all of a sudden, he grabbed his chin roughly, adding pressure. All this happened so fast, giving Asia no time to react. Asia finally raised his arms and violently shoved Kamman's hands off his face, causing the powder in between Kamman's nails to spread into the air. Asia unknowingly inhaled as Kamman held his breath. "You..." A wave of drowsiness instantly hit him, and images before his eyes blurred. Just before he completely lost consciousness, he saw Kamman smile, and then he fell into his arms, blacking out.

> “The Moon… sleeps. I felt her dreams. I tasted the silence she left behind.” “We’ve awakened the other Voices,” she said. “You are the fifth.” > “I was the first to fall,” the Voice of Ash murmured. “Burned in the name of unity. Betrayed by fear.” Kael stepped forward. “That fear has returned. The Thirteenth Voice stirs. The world trembles. We need you.” The figure looked past them all, as if through time itself. > “And so the wheel turns again…” Ash fell from his shoulders like a forgotten crown. He stepped down from the throne, each movement deliberate, ancient power pulsing through his frame.