Burning Ashes Novels & Stories

That is not normal for me. “I slept the whole way?” he nods. “Did you wake me up when you got in the car?” another nod. “I guess I was just tired. Let’s head in so that I can finally get some sleep.” We get out of the car and enter the club’s crematorium. The moment everyone sees us they get silent. “Light it up boys. I need some sleep.” They get to it and after about five hours the burning process is complete. The ashes are then thrown in the nearest fire pit.

It was possession. Elias’s voice rose over the chaos, sharp with runes I’d never heard him speak before. His hands burned so bright the air warped around him, each sigil etched like a brand into the dark. Flames roared higher than the treetops, licking across the battlefield in jagged arcs that cut down mercenaries too slow to shield themselves. He wasn’t weaving illusions anymore. He wasn’t calculating costs. He was burning everything that stood between me and him, and if the whole forest went up in ash, I don’t think he would have cared.

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.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

he said quietly. Kai shifted. “Should I investigate, my lord? Someone—” “No.” One word, enough to stop him mid-step. Asher’s eyes returned to the body. He studied it as if it might somehow answer him. “Burn it,” he said finally. “Leave nothing behind. Nothing.” The guards obeyed, dragging the corpse away in silence. Asher turned and walked deeper into the shadowed cells. Chains clinked faintly with the movement of the bound, ashen-light spilling across the stone floors.

Something deliberate. I leaned forward. “And the general?” The soldier trembled. “Ashes , Your Majesty.” A hush swept the hall. Burned wasn’t unusual. But he didn’t stop there. “And his ashes… were taken.” The hall’s silence transformed into shock. Even I felt my body go still. Ashes taken? Wolves do not touch vampire ashes. They hate us, yes. They kill us when they can—yes. But they leave the ashes untouched. Because they know what vampire ashes mean. They only move ashes when they're trying to cover up the scene for the pathetic humans.

Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching across the marble floor. I knelt on the balcony, applying a special herbal balm to the skin beneath my ribs—to the scars left by silver weapons thirteen years ago. They still ached. The scars always ached under the full moon, a cruel reminder of a past I fought to forget. "You're still using that balm." I didn't turn around. Kaelen's footsteps were loud on the cold marble. "I thought you'd forgotten that pain," he said. The anger was gone from his voice, replaced by something I couldn't quite place.

Her face started turning purple as she started to choke on the bed spread in her mouth. Damon finally stopped biting her neck and instead focused on choking her with the bedspread. It didn't take long for Anastasia to start gagging as she started feeling her soul leaving her body. Meanwhile Mr and Mrs Williams were behind the door , wondering if they should open the door because Anastasia seemed to have been shouting from pain. "Adam I think we should open the door something doesn't seem right , Anastasia was screaming but she became quite all of a sudden, please let's open the door to make sure she is alright "Mrs Williams said and Mr Williams sighed.

Stefan raged. “It's now automatic, all you need to do is walk through the flames,” The flames were blazing high, filled with wrath and anguish, Cerberus knows that's the only fire that can burn the flesh off our bodies, turning our bones to ash, “How are we going to do that? You know what will happen if we go near it,”