Burning Ashes Novels & Stories

Instead, he seemed to be watching the forest with an unusual stillness, as though listening for something that did not belong to the present moment. When she sat beside him, he did not look surprised. “You found her name,” he said quietly. Aisha did not deny it. “Yes,” she replied. Arman nodded once, as though that confirmation was enough. “She used to bring marigolds,” he said after a moment. Aisha felt a subtle shift in her attention. “Marigolds?” He nodded again. “She said they helped people remember warmth. She would place them near the window so the light would touch them first.”

Asher remained mute as the Luna's body was lowered into the ground, and one by one the pack members laid flowers on the black mound, some spilling tears, others leaving notes, and stuffed animals for the unborn cub. After the funeral, Asher returned to the mansion, and aimed to head to his room, but then he stopped at the door which led to the nursery. Asher opened the door. He entered the room coolly, his eyes cold and shut off from the world around him. He closed the door with his foot. Asher didn't realize it when his fist met the nearby wall. He was cold and unfeeling as he ripped apart the plush toys and destroyed picture frames. Asher raged, screaming, growling and yelling, while he de

Broken electronics, lost texts, and food or water scraps that would have meant the difference between life and death were among the items discovered in these ruins. Under layers of dust and soot, the elaborate decorations on a broken urn were hardly discernible when she brushed her fingers over its jagged edges. Ash from the empire covered her flesh and clung to her clothing. The more she searched, the more she understood that the fire had just scattered the ruins of a broken world, even though she had previously believed it had destroyed everything. She had once been a part of a world that she had known.

Her face was pale, her eyes red. "Bentley!" she shouted, pointing straight at me, her voice shaking. "You killed my father!"

i have thick thighs, a slimmer waist and small but firm breast im quite proportionate. Walking out of the bathing room i head to my so called new room. The concrete floor is cold against my feet. It's quiet as i climb into bed pulling the sheets up to my chin. Exhaustion has set in my eyes are heavy and tired slowly i start to drift to sleep but one thought rings in my head over in over as sleep consumes me." I have to escape i will not die here like her". .

His cousin, I believe. "I have no intention of offending anyone and this was not a request but a command.Alpha Kane's corpse will not be cremated or buried" Sage stated, flicking her hard glare at the guards that were around the coffin, prepared for their work. "The cremation will take place.I will not let my brother's soul lurk in Hell and do not forget Miss Watson, you are just a Beta not a family who is rightful of having a say in this matter" Alpha Kane's cousin exclaimed, looking angry as ever.

The ashes of the Bonefire had barely cooled. Smoke still hung low in the valley like a mourning veil as the pack staggered through the aftermath of the Hollowed’s assault. Bodies were being gathered both friend and foe. Blood soaked the earth in crimson streaks, mixing with the blackened soil beneath their feet. The cries of the wounded echoed between the trees like ghostly laments.

Ashes of love that remains mortal for a lifetime like the thoughts of a poet's lover. Those ashes, like the memories of a long-lost love, carry with them a certain melancholy beauty. They speak of a time when two hearts beat as one, of a time when every moment was filled with the sweetest of bliss. For though the flames may have died, the ashes of love will always remain, a reminder of what once was, and a promise of what could be once again. They are a symbol of hope, of the eternal nature of love, and of the enduring power of the human heart, and what lies next in the near future.

It's like you're in the fire, crying out, jumping for help, trying to find a way out and no matter how hard you try, you still can't break free. Burning in the hot flame, till nothing is left of you. "Then, you know it's not for you and you move on. Hoping to see something better ahead" Ashley's voice was soft and low. Like a spark of wave that hits on her skin softly. "And, you can't know except you try" She pours water into a glass and drinks it.

I think it’s ridiculous that they don’t get to show their emotions freely as it would contrast with their image of strong leaders of the strongest pack of the Northern Hemisphere. And still, here I am, nearly getting crushed by their wolves reaching out to Cassy for comfort while grieving terribly. As the flames finally expire, it is just the four of us left. We collect the ashes carefully into separate, beautifully decorated urns before walking the vessels down into the forest. We want to scatter the ashes onto a glade not far away from our house, and as we finally arrive there heavy-hearted, the sight of fireflies floating over the place, illuminating it, awaits us.