Ashes.to Ashes Dust To Dust Novels & Stories

A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears.

Ashes of love that remains mortal for a lifetime like the thoughts of a poet's lover. Those ashes, like the memories of a long-lost love, carry with them a certain melancholy beauty. They speak of a time when two hearts beat as one, of a time when every moment was filled with the sweetest of bliss. For though the flames may have died, the ashes of love will always remain, a reminder of what once was, and a promise of what could be once again. They are a symbol of hope, of the eternal nature of love, and of the enduring power of the human heart, and what lies next in the near future.

Just the smell of ashes. And a single word burned into the stone: "Severed."

I watched as the ashes scatter into the wind, rising and drifting away to become nothing. Some things should never be passed down.

"Grandpa, I want to go to the other side to see Lulu. Won't you let me do it? I want to be buried with her. Can you help me talk to her parents?" Lawrence's face turned ashen, his steely features cold with an intimidating anger. He grabbed Simon and dragged him to the front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on his face. "Look at what you've become! Out of all the grandsons of the Fulmer family, you're the most useless one!" Simon stiffly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The man in the reflection resembled a zombie with hollowed cheeks and lifeless eyes. A gloomy, somber energy surrounded him.

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

“About Alina. About where we were. About what she’s done.” Ash’s head lifted, hope flickering again—this time tempered. “Just… not all at once.” Casius’s mouth curved faintly. “Not all at once.” Ash nodded, accepting that boundary more easily than Casius had expected. “I get it,” he said after a moment. “Some things you don’t d******d all at once. You let them load.” Raven snorted softly. Ash grinned sideways at him. “What? It’s a good analogy.” “Terrible,” Raven replied. “But accurate.”

Watch me break. Until there was nothing left but ash.

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.

"Ashworth's greatest mistake was disowning what he had an eternal bond with. Unforgivable, utterly wrong." She sighed once, then breathed. "You found something broken and discarded. No longer needed by its so-called owner. You found it, and you amended it. You gave it a name, a purpose. Another man's trash, dusted and refined by your hands." She raised a single finger.