Black Flame Ashes Of War Novels & Stories

“We’re almost there.” She looked toward the horizon. The Black Spire rose in the distance taller now, pulsing with godlight. She could feel it calling. Her flame responded not with fear, but fury. Let the god tremble, she thought. The Black Spire loomed like a jagged tooth against a bleeding sky. Elizabeth stood at the front lines, her golden armor gleaming faintly in the gloom, the twin blades Solbrand and Emberfang strapped to her back. Around her, the united forces of the Flame Queen’s army stretched across the Scorched Expanse a legion of wolves, mages, archers, and the Flame Order's last faithful.

PHOENIX UNBOUND The First Blaze Dust curled over the red hills of Kaemor Province, where Flame Guard and Umbra defectors clashed in chaos. Screams of wolves filled the air, many too lost in Arion's madness to realize they no longer fought for themselves. Then, a single cry rang out from the ridge above the battlefield. "Unchain the fire!" Ceres gasped from the scrying mirror as new figures emerged—warriors cloaked in ash-colored armor streaked with gold. Their eyes glowed ember-red, but their movements were untouched by the erratic burn of Umbra possession. At their lead stood Lena.

POV: Ash Ryder "Burn it down, Blaze! If the ice won’t melt, we’ll crack the world beneath it!" Ash’s voice was a jagged blade of desperation, cutting through the unnatural howl of the Frozen Wastes. He stood before the towering obsidian-black ice of the border wall, his fists already bloodied from uselessly hammering against the surface. His golden eyes were no longer those of a calculated leader; they were the eyes of a man watching his soul vanish behind a curtain of shadow.

“They’ll burn you to ashes... I’m sorry... Really and really sorry...” smirked Virando intensely cynically. Virando swung his hand again. The seven rainbow candles met one another in the center point. They created such a hugely as well as massively blazing flame. The flame soon burnt the soldiers, fighters as well as generals from West Medicine Land to dark grey ashes. “Aaaarrgggghhhkkk!!!” All the soldiers’, generals’ as well as fighters’ tenor eight-octave squealing and squeaking were audible first before all of them were finally burnt to their quietuses, merely leaving their dark grey ashes.

All of them—ashes in the fire of this war. Outside, the fire still rages, and the ash continues to fall, blanketing the rooftop in gray. The end no one saw coming. The end of love. The end of war. And the end of them all.

While me, Alex, and Vincent decided to walk. At first I thought Land of Ashes was just a symbolic title because that's where the bodies of werewolves, victims of war, were burned to ashes. But Land of Ashes is really colored ... gray. No trees or grass grew in the area, nothing lived on it. Just a gray-brown expanse of barren land about the size of two football fields. In the new surroundings there are dense trees that surround. And above there the evening sky is orange as a contrast background.

RPOV Songs: WALLS by Kings of Leon, Retrograde by James Blake, Politik by Coldplay The last of the dying flames finally diminished and the forest returned back to it's darkened state. I could no longer sense any other Strigoi nearby and was satisfied that we had taken them all out. A few of the men tossed some dirt over the remains of the scorched bodies that Lord Ozera had taken care of for us. The sun would've been just as effective in the morning, but it also posed the risk of catching some of the trees on fire as well and we were all glad no to have to drag the bodies back with us.

Not when Caspian needed me. Evening found me cresting the final rise overlooking Ashwood territory, or what was left of it. Ashwood lay ahead… the path twisted through familiar hills, but as I crested the final rise, the sight hit me like a physical blow. The pack lands were a ruin. Once-vibrant meadows were scorched black, earth churned to mud by boots and claws. The main village… proud halls of stone and timber lay in smoldering heaps, roofs caved in, walls cracked like broken eggshells. Smoke still curled from the wreckage, carrying the acrid bite of burned wood and flesh. Bodies dotted the landscape… warriors frozen in death, some shifted, some human, faces twisted in final agony. The ai

The clean white snow turned into a disgusting, greasy gray mud, covered in falling black ash. When Faith finally broke through the tree line, she stopped. Her massive white paws skidded in the dirt, her eyes widening as she looked at the wreckage of Sector Four. The entire concrete bunker was gone. It had been completely blown apart from the inside. Giant, twisted pieces of iron and melted steel structure pillars lay scattered across the valley. But worst of all were the flames. The entire area was engulfed in a roaring, unnatural blue chemical fire. The smoke rising from the ruins smelled of synthetic silver dust and burnt wires a toxic cloud that suffocated the air.

GRACE'S POV The smoke in the room wasn't coming from the room, it was coming from somewhere else in the house. With my brain still foggy, I hopped out of bed, coughing violently. I immediately rushed out of the room and went straight to the kitchen. Susan was in the middle of using a kitchen towel to blow the smoke out. Meanwhile, the source of the smoke, a charred something, sat still in the frying pan on a not turned off stove.