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.

“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.

Aetherion Academy towers above me. It's carved into the cliffs like it belongs there—stone and iron and something older woven through it. Massive archways stretch toward the sky, banners snapping in the wind, dark against the gray-blue backdrop. Flickering golden lights spill out of the windows and all around. Like you can literally see the magic alive here. It's beautiful.

The weight of the past never truly disappears—it lingers, waiting for the right moment to resurface. Natalie Evans sat in the dimly lit cabin, the flames from the fireplace flickering against the stone walls. The air smelled of burning wood, crisp mountain air filtering in through the slightly open window. She listened in silence as the person before her detailed everything she had missed since her disappearance.

“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.