Ashes.to Ashes Dust To Dust Mga Nobela at Kwento

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

Her lips were curled in anger, her nails tapping on her phone screen rapidly. She dialed a number on FaceTime with her expensive smartphone. “Pick up,pick up…” she muttered under her breath , as she stared intensely at the phone screen. Finally, the line connected and a mud age woman popped up, only her face was visible to the camera but one could tell that she was an elite , respected woman. “Hello Anastasia ” her refined voice came through the phone. Anastasia’s face instantly changed to a sorrowful one and she even managed to burst into tears.

Ash prayed quietly against her stammering voice,and the inbuilt pain she felt . “ Goodbye dawnhill pack “ !!

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

Shove. “You are cruel.” Shove. “Monstrous.” Shove. “And I hate you.” Shove. “I hate you so much.” Shove. Shove. “I hate you so so much.” Shove. Shove. Shove. “What would have happened to Asher?” The crack in my voice arrived and I couldn’t stop it. “When you were done with your plan, what would have happened to him? Or was that part of it too? Were you going to take him away from me?”

she said, food in her mouth. “You’re inhaling it.” “I’m clean.” she countered. “You’re a mess.” She smiled. “Your mess.” I paused, then shook my head. “Don’t start.” After a few minutes, she finished completely. Not a single noodle left. I thought it was impressive. “I feel alive again,” she declared. “You were never dead.” I chuckled. “I was close.” “You were dramatic, that's what..” She leaned her head on my shoulder. “Same thing.”

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe properly. Couldn’t even scream. Cassian stepped closer slowly while his body continued dissolving into ash around him. Then he whispered softly into my ear, “We both know happy endings don’t exist.”

The ash burned my palm, but I didn't care. "You have to," he said, looking at me one last time with golden eyes that were slowly fading into gray. "For them. For us." The airships opened fire again. A rain of silver bullets chewed up the ground around us. Riven roared, his body exploding into a massive cloud of sentient ash. He flew into the sky, a dark storm hitting the first airship head-on. The metal groaned and snapped as the ash clogged its engines, sending the massive ship spiraling into the cliffs.

I quickly realized what he was about to do and pleaded. “Don’t think about throwing his ashes away, Justin…” Before I could finish, Justin flipped the box and the ashes spilled through the air. I dropped to my belly and crawled beneath him, letting the ashes rain down on me. “Stop, Justin! Please don’t throw my baby’s ashes away…” I cried out. “This is the only way I can remember him forever. Please don’t do this!” My sobs fell on deaf ears. Justin emptied the box onto me and threw it at my body.

I whispered, the words tasting like ash. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see their faces. I released the golden light. It was a soft, warm wave, a final mercy that felt like a betrayal. When the light faded and I opened my eyes, the space in front of me was empty. Five piles of fine white ash were all that remained of five heroes.