Ashes Of The Past Novels & Stories

Kael (POV) The ash came first. It slid downriver in a thin gray current, scattering through the reeds before the wind carried it inland. By the time it reached the clearing, it was only dust in the air, settling across the shoulders of those who waited. The pack stood in a wide ring, faces lit by a pale flame at the center. The night smelled of smoke and wet earth, a scent of endings that refused to fade. I stood apart near the trees, where the light thinned. The hum beneath my skin had been building all evening. It started low in my bones, then spread outward, into the ground itself, into the air that held its breath.

A Kingdom of Ashes The blood hung in the air like an acrid miasma, a sickly sweet reminder of all they had lost, of all they had broken, of all they had become. Victoria looked out over the remnants of the ruins, the chill wind swirling her hair, the moon laying long shadows across the remains of the battlefield. The bodies had been cleared, the fires extinguished, but the ghosts remained, lingering in the silence, whispering in the dark,

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

The first time Seren saw Lucien again, it was not in moonlight. It was in ashfall. The sky above the Ashborn’s last encampment was bruised the color of secrets—muted pewter, the hue of old regrets, as if the heavens themselves refused to forgive what was coming. Cinders drifted with no real direction, falling in slow, ceaseless spirals, soft as dust shaken from the hands of a world too weary to lift itself again. Nothing was warm, nothing glowed. Even the embers in the fire rings seemed cowed into silence.

Finding the Mayor's corpse on the ground, Elaine had soldiers return him to the lowest level of the mansion, beyond the basement, where the royal crypt had been dug. There, Elaine laid Damien's dead, cold frame next to the well-preserved corpse of his beloved, and her mother, Elvina, while Dillon stood at her side. # Ash made it back to the cabin an hour before daybreak. His trotting had somehow soothed Miranda's malaise, and by the time he entered the cabin and rolled her form onto the bed, all she could muster were soft painful pants and sighs. Ash licked Miranda's face once more, then he transformed back to his human body, now sporting a long scar along the center of his abdomen.

Then he kissed my knuckles softly, the gesture gentle, almost reverent. “We’ll go at dawn.” And I nodded, holding his gaze. Because the past mattered. And I was ready to face it, with him. Together. ...... The sky is overcast as we ride toward the outskirts of our territory. The wind tugs at my cloak, carrying the heavy scent of rain and memory Ahead, the ruins of the old battlefield come into view of scorched trees reaching like broken fingers toward the sky, shattered stones littering the ground, the faint, bitter smell of ash still clinging to the earth like a scar that refuses to fade.

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."

The ash did not settle; it hovered, a suspended grey shroud that tasted of burnt history and dead miracles. Audrey stood at the epicenter of the ruin, her lungs burning with every breath of the soot-choked air. Beside her, Lucas stood with his weight shifted to his heels, his one hand white-knuckled around the hilt of a rusted infantry sword. The silence following the collapse of the World-Oak was not peaceful. It was the heavy, pressurized silence that precedes a landslide.

i say turning and heading for my office. Shoving the doors to my study open i walk in and see my beta lounging in the chair in front of my desk. A solider sitting in the chair next to him. Both of them jumping up and bowing " Alpha Damien i have urgent news from Genral warren". I stop short at his words"what everr it is, it better be good alex" I grumble taking my seat behind my desk grab my quill and ink and start writing. He steps forward a smile wide on his face "the General has reported back" his words snap my attention away from my ink. " They found the rouge out post just outside a village in Mongoria it's two days ride due north" the solider says taking a step forward" but the rouges