Ashes Of Creation Novels & Stories

“If you were my perfection, you wouldn’t need to destroy everything to prove it.” Its many faces blinked in unison. “You still don’t understand. Creation demands destruction. The old must burn for the new to bloom.” “Then maybe you should burn first,” I whispered. Before it could react, I reached forward and pressed my hand to its chest. The contact sent a shockwave through both of us. I saw flashes—memories that weren’t mine but felt like mine. The beginning of the world. The first flame. The endless cycle of gods being born and forgotten.

And its eyes… They burned like molten metal. “What is that?” I whispered. Ash studied the creature with something that looked suspiciously like satisfaction. “That,” he said, “is called a Vorathrax.” The creature’s massive claw struck the stone wall as it moved, gouging deep trenches through the rock as though the labyrinth itself were nothing more than soft clay. “I created it,” Ash continued calmly. My head turned toward him. “You… what?” “I was experimenting with ways to create a stronger soldier for the demon armies. Something that could not be killed easily. Something unstoppable.”

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.

I step back while waving my hand to get rid of the smoky air before pushing the door wide open. There he is lying on the bed, indulged in draining his lungs and suffocating himself. “Leave Elysia” His rough growls echo in the room.

“Sir, they are not even awake, and I am not hard” “It does not matter if they are awake or not” I growled as I got up and walked to the bathroom. “As for your other issue, this will help with that. You will be hard for hours” I chuckled as I handed him the pill. I grabbed him a bottle of beer “Now bottoms up bitch” Suddenly my windows started to shatter, Zac and I both threw ourselves on the ground until it stopped. “Fuck” I screamed “Go find out who the fuck that was” I ordered.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

It was quite sudden that the lifeless bodies that flooded the streets rose back from the dead. Scene changes back to Hilda as she opened up her eyes and turned to Arakah. "It is done." She said nodding. No sight of evidence to what had occurred was traceable. News got filled with the fact that it was climate change and its effect that led to the destructions, but deep down we know it is just getting started. If Azazel was the forerunner, then worst is coming. Light fades. Closing Scene ;

“Great. I absolutely love what you’ve gotten together here tonight. That piece over there, the sculpture of Venus by Hozwitz? It’s divine. I think I may need that in my den.” Juliet grinned at him. That particular piece was getting a lot of attention. But then, all of them were. “You should definitely put in an offer,” she replied, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Did you see the Vinune?” That was the piece that had been temporarily misplaced. It was a gorgeous depiction of a woman with long dark hair covering her bare breasts as she looked hauntingly at the artist. Behind her, a storm raged out an open window. It was so realistic, whenever Juliet gazed at it, she thought she could

The flames were long since gone. The trees lay scarred and bare, their branches burnt and blackened. The world was made of ash. Yet hope remained. A thin green tendril of life, forged in the heat of flame, emerged from a tiny seed. Another followed quickly. Life sprung from the fertile ground, ready to start the cycle anew. The circle of fire and life continued. ***