Burning Ashes Novels & Stories

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.

I set the sheet in the flames, destroying it, watching it burn, all evidence of our wedding night turning to ash. In a way, it was symbolic because inside, I too was ash.

We must plan well so that Samhain does not still leave us the same,“ the other wheezed in a hushed tone" "Those lycans will have us to answer to, soon...really soon” And with a cracking sound, they both disappeared into thin air.

No matter how he tried to wish to be normal and experience normality, something or someone would always be there to bring him down. He stood up and gathered all the books that he had collected from Ashley. He took them outside and burnt them. As he watched them burn, he made up his mind to shut all doors of hope completely. ~~~~~~~~ Ashley suddenly felt hot after lying on her bed. "That's strange. I need to take a bath then." She concluded that after getting back from the beach, she was just too tired to even eat dinner so she preferred to sleep.

In an instant, clusters of black fire that looked like they could never be extinguished descended upon the five elite killers, wrapping them in a shroud of dark flames. Five howls of agony shredded the darkness of the night. The black flames crushed the assassins completely, stripping them of control over their own bodies. They plunged from midair and thrashed with all they had. However, the more they struggled, the more the ravenous flames raged. Within a few breaths, the five assassins were burned to ash. A sharp gust swept by, scattering their ashes into the night, leaving only a faint tang of blood drifting on the wind. "Too weak." Ashton shook his head, feeling disappointed. He'd barely

Ash smiled slowly, reverent and pressed her palm into the torch’s flame. The skin sizzled. She didn’t flinch. “She made me in her image,” Ash whispered, voice trembling with reverence and rage. “And then she tried to bury what she’d created.” Her gaze lifted to the blackened cross still hanging above the altar. “But daughters always rise from their mother’s bones.” The crowd roared. Chanting her name. Ash. Ash. Ash. And from the smoke-filled rafters, the first snow of burning ash fell soft as blessing, cruel as prophecy.

Greg asked. “Witches hate fire, the only way to kill a witch is to burn them alive, making sure that they have blue flames in it to burn them into ashes, their ashes are also powerful, so if I possibly burn him alive, his ashes would be gathered and sealed in a vase that can’t be broken” I explained gently. “His ashes could recreate him again, if the ashes were not sealed?” “Yes,” I warmed my palm, I was cold yet, I was sweaty. “What’s the problem with you?” Greg noticed my restlessness.

After all, what was more dead wolves to the Vampire King? Asher gathered a group of men and began dragging some of the fallen into the woods to burn. We pulled the bodies of our own men behind a building, keeping them out of sight. Their families would need to mourn properly, and a large funeral would be held for them. I helped the guys drag the bodies into the forest, though I could only manage one at a time. Each of us wore a grim expression on our face, all thinking the same thing.

On the final day of our graduation trip, temperatures suddenly soared to dangerous levels. I came down with heat exhaustion, but my boyfriend gave our entire supply of electrolyte drinks to my best friend. "You're in good shape, and you know first aid. Just drink some water and rest for a bit. You'll be fine. "Willa's the one we need to worry about. She's always been frail, and without the electrolyte drink, she could get seriously sick." I was too dizzy to argue, so I turned to the others in our group for help, only to be met with eye rolls. "Sophie, you're taking this jealousy way too far." "Ryan was just looking after someone who's actually sick. Do you really have to act like you're abo