Ashes.to Ashes Dust To Dust Novels & Stories

he said, the words tasting like ashes in his mouth. The bottle slipped from his hand, rolling across the floor with a dull thud. Xander didn’t even bother to pick it up. Instead, he sat there in the half-dark, the shadows stretching longer around him, wondering if this was all there was left for him an empty room, a hollow heart, and the weight of mistakes he could never undo. “I need to do something” he said standing up

Asher had crashed into a building, bringing it down instantly. As he got up, he stared at the people in front of him and then he heard the voice in his mind. ‘Yes Asher, go on, kill them, kill them all. They killed her, they took her from you. Kill all of them, show them what you are made of.’ His eyes were pitch black and raising his hand, more buildings set ablaze. Screams of pain filled everywhere and although Edward tried to quench the fire, more buildings kept burning and with each passing second, countless wolves fell to their death.

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

As dirt was placed over the casket, a feeling of finality washed over the family. Each clump of earth that covered the casket seemed to symbolize the closing of a chapter, the end of a life that had been cherished. Tears flowed freely, mingling with the rain that fell from the sky, as they stood together in their shared grief. Whizz's hand found Liya's, their fingers intertwining as they leaned on each other for support. The pain of loss was something they carried together, a burden shared by all those who had known and loved Samuel.

That makes you die a thousand times. And Yash was dying those deaths. He could feel the heat of the ash; it was still fresh. “I wish, I had the courage to pick up a little of this ash and stop you here for a lifetime but I do not wish you to suffer because of me even after leaving your body, I loved you, I love you and I will only love you, no one can change that, not even I, myself,” He said to the ash of her body before he wiped his tears.

A slow, dangerous gravity I couldn’t seem to fight against. I shook my head against the tide of thoughts, trying to drag myself back to the present as Ashleigh Dana called me for yet another round of magical refinement. The trials were only days away, and if I didn’t get myself together, no amount of mate-bond humming or balcony-staring would help me then.

The Queen dissolved with it, unfurling into wind. Only her voice lingered, soft as smoke. “Then carry it differently.” The last of the ash turned to light. The spirits followed it upward, bowing not to a queen, but to something smaller, something living. The moon caught the falling dust and held it, gold and quiet. My breath came in short bursts. My body shook with what I had broken. The silence after was not empty. It was full. I stayed on my knees. The air still hummed, faint and alive, relearning how to move through me instead of over me.

I hadn’t washed it yet. However, when I examined the collar, my fingers paused. The button was loose. The thread looked new, like it had been forcibly pulled. I crouched down and opened the shoe cabinet. My pair of hospital slippers sat neatly inside. The soles were clean. I remembered clearly that the last time I wore them, there had been a faint yellowish stain from disinfectant. Now, the soles were gray-white, as if someone had deliberately scrubbed them clean. My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change.

I want you to know I heard you say it and I want it recorded somewhere that you were right. *Esme, you asked me once where the birds went. They go to the places that have what they need. Build a place that has what is needed — in yourself, in your work, in the people you choose. The birds will come back.* *I love you both completely. Not the performing version of completely — the actual version, the one that contains what you are now and what you are becoming and what you will be, the version that holds the hard parts of the building and finds them worth it.*

For three long years, Seraphina "Sera" Vance stuck in a cold contract marriage to New York real estate titan Lucian Vance. Subjected to the public cruelty of his elite family and forced to watch him take care of his sick childhood first love, Seraphina was stripped of her dignity, her freedom, and finally her blood forced to sign divorce papers and undergo a forced bone marrow donation. But when her offshore yacht detonated in the coastal waters of Florida, Seraphina let the world believe that she died in the fire. Two years later, Lucian is a drunk, empty shell of a man, shattered by the horrific truth: his beloved sweetheart framed Seraphina for every scandal. Drowning in gut-wrenching re