Novel & Cerita Ashes Of The Past

Dead, nameless men. “Turn to your left.” It was a repeat of his last tour, flashing through his mind. Dead friends, dead brothers. Bodies left in the sand. The whir of a helicopter’s blades as they were flown back to base, bruised, bloody, and sometimes broken. “You can wash your hands over there,” Mike said. Asher could feel the darkness clouding his mind, creeping along his spine, settling in his soul. He closed his eyes as he washed the ink from his fingers. He needed to breathe.

When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt. Kira sat there for several long minutes, half in and half out of a grave, no one else in sight, the forest surrounding her impossible to see in the dark. “Fuck,” Kira coughed, tiredly shoving at the dirt covering her legs, trying to free them. She brushed dirty fingers against the tear in her neck, wincing at the sting. It was probably a mess of infection right now, but oh well. It would heal. Probably. Kira crawled out of her grave and lay down beside it, staring up at what she could see of the sky through the inky tree branches blotting out most of it.

No matter which he chooses, they’re about lost love, heartbreak, letting go, and scorned lovers. Images of Ash, his beautiful mate listening while crying in bed, even on this sofa, flood his mind, and tears are rushing, and spilling from his eyes before he’s even aware of them. It was only a matter of time, a day like today, to bring all the accumulated misery of those seven years back to the surface. He wanted it all to remain in the past. Not to forget - he doesn’t deserve that - but to be dormant, hidden, so he could have every day from now on to make it up to Ash, to redeem himself eventually. If he can.

Something deliberate. I leaned forward. “And the general?” The soldier trembled. “Ashes , Your Majesty.” A hush swept the hall. Burned wasn’t unusual. But he didn’t stop there. “And his ashes… were taken.” The hall’s silence transformed into shock. Even I felt my body go still. Ashes taken? Wolves do not touch vampire ashes. They hate us, yes. They kill us when they can—yes. But they leave the ashes untouched. Because they know what vampire ashes mean. They only move ashes when they're trying to cover up the scene for the pathetic humans.

“But this time… I’m the one with the knife.” She folded the report shut and placed it neatly in her drawer, locking it with a quiet click. Then she walked toward the window and pulled back the curtain. The city was alive beneath her, glittering like a thousand fragile lies. She was done being haunted. She wasn’t going to fall again. She would burn him slowly, elegantly, methodically until he had nothing left but regrets and the ruins of a kingdom he thought he built alone. And this time… She wouldn’t stop until the ashes bore her name.

“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.

Each step felt lighter—the chains of her memories slowly disintegrating into the echoes of what once was. In that moment, Clara realized the ashes of her past were not an end but the foundation upon which she could build anew. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time, it was driven by her own choices, and she embraced that uncertainty with open arms. With every breath, she promised herself that she would rise from those ashes—stronger, wiser, and undeniably free.

*Tanner* The acrid smell of smoke mixed with the scent of charred wood hung heavily in the air, clinging to my lungs like a dense fog. The pack grounds were unrecognizable. Once a vibrant hub filled with laughter and life lies in ruins, silhouetted against the pale morning sky, an ash-covered graveyard of memories. I stood at the edge of what used to be the central meeting hall, a gaping maw of darkness where laughter once echoed. The flames had devoured it, leaving mere skeletal remnants that told a story of destruction far deeper than mere buildings.

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b