Ashes Of The Past Fanfiction Novels & Stories

So much that they believed he was a David against a Goliath, even if they ironically never gave the mortal Bible an inch of the value they give their moon goddess. To them, the Alpha was the chosen of the goddess they praised. To them, he was their hope. But their hope... 'Their hope...' she thought. What would be left of them if she were to diminish their hope? "Xavier," Adeline tremblingly whispered. "He..." Should she lie? But could she lie at all? "He is gone." She couldn't. The whole cellar was quiet—not even a single gasp. No one spoke for a whole hour. Save for the rare sniffs, only the continous howls of the wind sounded, as though a ghost of a wolf's call.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

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When William disappeared from view, not sparing her even a glance, she knew he had completely abandoned her. She closed her eyes in despair, tears welling up. A bitter smile touched her lips as she thought, 'I guess this is the penance I must pay for falling in love with the wrong man…' At that moment, a figure appeared through the smoke, his nose covered. He grabbed Sophie off the ground and rushed out, calling her name as he ran. The sound of a heartbeat slowly brought Sophie back to consciousness. Struggling, she finally opened her eyes to find Elliot, his own eyes red with worry.

Barehanded, I picked up the shards of glass from the floor one by one and threw them into a nearby trash bin. After I was done, I stood up and looked at Wayne. "My clothes are dirty. I'm going upstairs to change." I turned and walked toward the second floor, my back perfectly straight. Wayne's gaze remained fixed on my retreating figure. After returning to my room and closing the door, I leaned against it and shut my eyes. Seven years of obsession came to a complete end today. The phone on the nightstand lit up. I just received an encrypted message from my older brother, Micah Lachlan.

Was all that warmth that night and the years leading up to it truly fake? ‘It is best to leave the past in the past.’ Asher sighed as we stopped at our destination. ‘It would hurt a lot less.’ Before I can respond, I feel a solid wall slam against my mind as Asher cuts off the mindlink and steps out of the car. My heart screams and pain radiates through me, but I keep my expression neutral so no one catches on to the pain I’m feeling.

I said we needed to burn the pictures, and we did. We watched the flames eat those dirty pictures of me covered in cum and David’s balls deep in other sluts. We watched them curl and blacken, and the ashes blow away like our past. Gone for good. I never saw Asher, Dan again. But I have my own fulfilled fantasy which I kept as a secret. That rush of being used, shared in glances and touches, but now on our terms, no blackmail.

“But maybe one day you’ll know we never stopped trying.” --- Far away, in a crumbling church deep in the woods, Aiden slammed his fist into the altar. Stone cracked beneath his knuckles. Dust rose like smoke. “Burn it all,” he breathed. “Let them choke on the ashes.” And in the shadows, one of his new wolves stepped forward—eyes glowing faint amber, waiting for the command. **** Pov: Asher. It was nearly midnight when Asher found himself walking through the quiet trees just beyond the mansion grounds. The moon was full—bright enough to cast silver across the stone path that wound toward the hill where his father used to sit and watch the forest breathe.

She pulled it up and there was nothing there but dust. But she didn’t need it anymore. She sat on the dusty floor, and Ashiel sat beside her, his presence a solid, comforting weight. She opened her journal. The pages were full of their story. The battles, the losses, the terrible choices, the small moments of kindness. And at the very end, the story of the pact. The final, quiet drawing of a grey stone archway under a sky full of stars. She turned to a blank page at the very back. She took a deep breath.

“Odessa our girls.. NO!” I collapsed beside a tree, gripping the bark to keep from falling to the ground as my legs turned to dust beneath me. My vision blurred with hot tears. My breathing came in jagged, shallow sobs. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. My daughters.. both of them. One I barely knew. One I had loved in secret. Both born from my womb. Both… gone. And my heart.. destroyed. Asher had fallen completely, his body trembling on the forest floor as his bond to Kira snapped little by little like a whip. The pain reflected in his eyes wasn’t just grief. It was soul death.