Brave Frontier Joy To Ashes Novels & Stories

Aisha looked toward the forest before he could see the tears gathering in her eyes. Because for the first time, she understood exactly what he meant. And for the first time since arriving at Belle Vue, she realized that helping Arman might require far more than medicine. It might require helping him grieve people who had never existed. And she wasn't sure which of them would survive that process.

Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize. “Grab something!” Roman shouted, voice torn over the rush, his other hand scrabbling at the wall’s edge, now just a crumbled lip of concrete. The water was winning, surging up her ribs, tugging at her soaked jacket. She gagged on it, tasting mud and salt, her arm screaming where the knife had cut—blood swirling red in the dark churn.

Despite the harsh conditions, I force myself forward, driven by the promise of reuniting with my loved ones Beyond the desolate landscape, I spot a towering volcano at the edge of the horizon, its fiery peak casting a menacing glow across the ashen plains. With each step closer to the volcano, the air grows hotter, making every breath feel like a fire in my lungs. The ground trembles beneath my feet, sending plumes of smoke and ash into the air.

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

My whole body trembled as I stared at the floor unable to look at the screen anymore. “ We just started ….you have to watch till the end.” Javan pulled my head back up, gripping on my hair and holding it in place. My stomach twisted when I saw that he forced his dick into his own mouth and I threw up. I bent forward and emptied my stomach on the floor. “ That's disgusting!” Javan spat and then signalled to his men to clean it up. The sound Felix made when Eren moved closer wasn’t human. It was loud and choked, the sound of someone whose mind had already realized they were already dead.

A pointless effort. "It's not pointless!" Ashiel shouted, stepping forward. "Their lives mattered! Their stories matter!" Do they? The Oblivion turned its void towards him. Your brother's story mattered, did it not? It was full of conflict and pain and a final, dramatic sacrifice and what has it left you? A pot of ashes and a hole in your heart. I can take that pain away. I can make it so that it never was.

Adasha The sky burned red. Ash spiraled down like black snow, clinging to the blood-soaked fur that covered my body. My heart thundered in my chest—not from fear, but from purpose. I stood tall in the wreckage of Eldenberge, surrounded by my people, their blood and breath mixing with the dirt beneath our paws. And across the battlefield… Edmond shifted. His bones cracked in ways that defied nature, each snap echoing like gunfire in my ears.

I keep my sobs quiet as I sneak out of the room. It’s still dark outside. I tiptoe throughout the house until I get to the backyard. Then I let Ash take over and stretch her legs. We run through the forest, but it’s not the same thrill it used to be. Ash lets out a mournful howl. The ache never relents. She runs along the border, only stopping when she catches the scent of Aurora Flame. A dark figure stands near the border. Ash takes a fighting stance, but the figure holds his hands up in defeat. She growls as he moves closer to us. The figure steps into the moonlight, sending relief over Ash and me.

Emerald's POV Thunder roared outside the window, which is tinted black and way out of my reach. It tells me that the world is still behind it and I am not alone behind it. How mocking it is that windows are meant to see the world yet this tint snatched that right from me. I have heard the word 'misery' since childhood, but I didn't know that it could be felt to this extent, where you wish for death desperately. I sometimes think about ending this life for once but I don't have that right either.

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.