Ashes Of The Past Novels & Stories

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.

' Destroy whatever you hold dear. I looked at him with suspicion, but then there was the desperation. Why did you ask that question? "Why do you want to show this now, when everything is burned?" A hushed expression, murky and assured. “The secrets concealed in the ashes are only revealed to those who can glimpse beyond the rubble.” Regardless of your conviction, there is a connection between both the past and future. There will be a moment when you must choose between accepting your authentic identity and persisting in denial, risking eventual loss of all.

The smoke had not yet cleared. The champion loomed at the edge of sight, unmoving, its chains rattling faintly like distant thunder. The air was heavy with ash, the scent of scorched earth clinging to every breath. Mae stood stiff in the silence, her chains dimming to a low violet glow, their energy coiling restlessly beneath her skin. Ashar was the first to break the stillness. His blade lowered, flames guttering into faint embers. His voice carried the weight of grief. “Kaine is gone.”

“This isn’t my story to lead... but I too want to see how this game ends.” Asher walked ahead towards the mostly destroyed palace, his steps steady and purposeful. Finn, still standing in the forest, glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. It was a shared one, a gesture between friends, unspoken but understood. With a quiet breath, he brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling the smoke, letting it swirl around him. His mind churned, the haze of the cigarette blending with the weight of the choices ahead. ***

Rather just digging as if I'm fighting for my own life. My shovel finally hits something firm. I continue to dig, creating a much larger hole around me. I brace myself, and carefully but powerfully slam the shovel into the top of the coffin. The shovel manages to break the wood. I toss the shovel aside, and pull up on the slats of wood. I manage to get a few loose, and toss them aside. I kneel down closer to the body in the casket.

Kei asked. I cleared my throat. “I will finally pay off my father's old debts. A clean slate... It always sounded like a dream, until now.” Ashley patted my shoulder. “Time to cut off the dark past once and for all.” I nodded and drew a deep breath. “Yes, once and for all.” ***

You are wasting your life for someone who…" She stopped through her outburst, eyes flicking down to the study table. "It's not worth it, Zion" She says softly, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. "I don't have any desire left in me.I just.. can't." I sigh heavily as my brain floods with memories of Ava, my first mate.We were so in love, so perfect like a fairytale until things happened. She was killed. And after that day, I never lived the way I used to. "What about Elsa then?" Sage asks quietly, bringing me back from the memories of the past.

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.

It was a sight that made her feel like a woman transformed from the ashes of her past. Seated in the luxurious car, Abigail couldn't contain her wonder. She looked around, taking in the remarkable transformation that had occurred in her life. It felt surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. The pain of her losses was still fresh, but the promise of a brighter future was undeniable.

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."