Ashes Of The Past Novels & Stories

That past, those stories came like thorns that hurt everything in their path. “Sweetheart, I beg you so much to pull yourself together. You’re a grown woman, strong and fearless. Lift your head up and let’s focus on the important things and our future. The past is theirs, but the future is ours and we have to live it the way we want to,” Mike told me with determination. “Their past is like a dark shadow for us, meant to destroy our wonderful future that you dream of. Kevin hates us and won’t rest until he destroys us,” I said through sobs.

I looked at it burn into ashes until nothing was left of it but burned ashes. "It didn't work." I said with tears in my eyes " I tried, Easton. I tried but it is not working." " No, wait. It is working. Look at it, Mi Reina." Eastons said with his eyes wide while looking at the ashes. When I looked at it my eyes also went wide because those ashes began to turn into sparkles. They combined with one another shining the whole room with their sparkling light. They began to roam around me in circles making me smile and look at them with sam sparkles in my eyes. It was looking so beautiful and this whole energy was making me feel happy, calm and strong. This feeling I was feeling was so amazing th

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.

His words pierced through the haze of pain surrounding me, breaking the heavy fog that threatened to pull me under. I wanted to give up. The pain in my body and soul was unbearable. It felt like the world was falling apart, and I had no strength left to hold on. The cold snow beneath me seemed to call, urging me to let go. But Asher wouldn’t let me. “Think, Ivy,” his voice shook, filled with emotion. “Think about everything he’s done to us. You can’t let him win!” The memories hit me like a storm. My home, my pack shattered into nothing but dead bodies and rubble. My mother's dead wolf locked in a coffin. My brother’s lifeless body left on the ground. My father’s broken voice, pleading, his

“The sooner that part is done, the better. I just never would’ve dreamt when I came up with this plan that it would end with someone dead.” Rome thought back to the day he’d decided to go on that boat ride, the day that Mark and Tim had died. “I know what you mean, baby, I do. But it’s over now, and it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault Henry is dead, and it’s not your fault he stabbed me.” He tugged on her hand, and she leaned over so that he could kiss her. “As long as you and I are together, that’s all that matters.”

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.

I whispered, the words tasting like ash. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see their faces. I released the golden light. It was a soft, warm wave, a final mercy that felt like a betrayal. When the light faded and I opened my eyes, the space in front of me was empty. Five piles of fine white ash were all that remained of five heroes.

Dark, freezing mist poured outward—heavy, ancient, and oppressive. Beyond the veil, the ruins of Solaryn stretched endlessly under a crimson sky: broken towers, collapsed palaces, burning rivers of dark liquid, and black ash falling like snow. The Kingdom of Ashes was waiting, watching, and hungry. Killian extended his hand toward Seraphina. She looked at his palm, then up into his golden eyes. For a long, heavy moment, she hesitated. Then, she took it. Not as mates, and not as lovers—not yet. But as partners. As parents. As two deeply broken people trying to find their way back to one another.

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

Not when Caspian needed me. Evening found me cresting the final rise overlooking Ashwood territory, or what was left of it. Ashwood lay ahead… the path twisted through familiar hills, but as I crested the final rise, the sight hit me like a physical blow. The pack lands were a ruin. Once-vibrant meadows were scorched black, earth churned to mud by boots and claws. The main village… proud halls of stone and timber lay in smoldering heaps, roofs caved in, walls cracked like broken eggshells. Smoke still curled from the wreckage, carrying the acrid bite of burned wood and flesh. Bodies dotted the landscape… warriors frozen in death, some shifted, some human, faces twisted in final agony. The ai