Ashes.to Ashes Dust To Dust Novels & Stories

I felt tears sting my eyes and start to drip down my cheek. Sasha laughed and turned to the others. “Aww, she's crying. Look at her fat flabby arms, guys.” She said, and cackled. I shook my head, as my heart squeezed painfully, threatening to burst with the right pressure. “What do you want from me?” I cried out. “Don't you get it darling? You caused us elites a lot of trouble and we're going to make you pay, and it's going to hurt…very, very badly.”

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.

he cried. I stopped walking and looked at the man who had once been the untouchable prince of Saphira's elite circle. Now, he was nothing more than a mad beggar without an ounce of his former dignity. I felt neither sympathy nor satisfaction at his downfall. The only thing left was a sense of peace, as I had completely let go of the past. I said, "Live well, Wayne. Carry the debt you owe me and spend a long life in the damning swamp you've created for yourself."

Daisy got into the car and closed the door. Caleb leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed. Sweat covered his forehead. Daisy looked out the window. The lights of Verdant Manor grew farther and farther away as thick smoke rose into the night sky. She tightened her grip around the divorce agreement in her hands. This time, she was truly free.

The elder’s heels scraped desperately against the flagstones, his breath catching in a dry, rattling gasp as he was hoisted inches off the ground by raw, unadulterated Alpha fury. "You thought you could bury the truth in the ashes of a burning estate," Julian growled, his voice a low, vibrating baritone that rattled the reinforced steel bars above them. His golden eyes burned with an unnatural, lethal luminance, the primal side of his nature threatening to break free entirely. "You thought you could use my name to slaughter an innocent pack and pin it on a ghost."

“I do not care.” It was not true. I cared desperately. But if this was the end, I wanted my last words to stand. “Do whatever you plan to do,” I continued. “Just know this. None of you will ever touch Kael. He will tear you and Mordane apart until you do not know what you were anymore.” “We turn to ash,” he said casually. “Just so you are aware.” “Good,” I shot back. “I hope that is all anyone ever finds. Ash scattered until even the wind forgets your names.”

"Oh sh*t! F*ck! What the hell?!" He cursed as panic engulfed him in multiple waves. His body instantly reacted as well, jolting and shaking tremendously. Kamman, seeing he was awake, smiled for the first time that day. "Our sleeping beauty is finally awake?" he said. Asia was quite confrontational, but he was dealing with a lot at the moment, so he did not respond to his question. Kamman didn't mind and continued. "Let's continue our conversation from where we left off last time. See this remote control? An unpleasant answer could make my hand slip and hit a button. Then you'll be falling from a very high place. So let us be careful. Okay?"

I open my eyes again, staring at the wreckage before me. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

Annabelle. “The phrase ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life’ is commonly used during funerals, its origins, surprise surprise, are from the b- Annabelle! Are you sleeping again?” Miss Monet crossed her hands on her hips as the bright red-headed girl at the back row drooled on her desk.

“It suits you. Maybe that was your name ! You don’t like it?” I hesitated, staring at the blackened wood I would just pull from the hearth. “I don’t know,” I muttered. “Maybe. Maybe it fits because I feel like something burned down… and all that is left is smoke.” She looked up then, really looked at me. “Sometimes,” she said gently, “ashes are what we rise from.” The words stayed with me long after she left the room. But no name…Ash, Paul, or any other…could fill the void inside me. My head was still a mess of fragments. Whispers in the dark. Screams. A girl crying out. A hand reaching for mine before the fall.