Novel & Cerita Cinders Ashes

"You didn't just burn the house down. You salted the earth." ​The Dawn of the Ash-Born ​As the sun rose over Neo-Tokyo, it didn't reveal a city of light and shadow. It revealed a city of Ash and Obsidian. ​The Republic of Cinders was no longer a secret. It was a global beacon. From every corner of the planet, the "Un-Subscribed", the laborers, the miners, and the ghosts of the old world, were looking toward the ruins of the Spire.

She had to foresee this moment, just as I had foreseen the deaths of Demelza and her sisters. I grabbed the bars of my cage, and I screamed as Cassandra's body turned into the brightest, most beautiful flame I had ever seen—the light that only Hecate or another goddess could have summoned. I felt as if everyone in the room stopped breathing. It lasted seconds, maybe a minute, until gasps pierced the overwhelming silence. Maren leaned down and reached for the glowing jade that lay among Cassandra's ashes. She picked it up with a trembling hand and choked out, "T-this one is full. It's perfect."

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

Well I noticed that most maidens that came with the queen to the market had their hair tied up in pony tail and they were dressed in shimmering clothes just like this maiden standing before me. I moved over to the seat and sat down. I couldn't deny that I was very much fidgeting. My hands and feet were constantly shaking. She smiled. She moved over to a pot made of gold and scooped out some water from it with a small cup. She walked up to me and handed it over to me. I looked up at her face. She nodded with a broad smile. "Go ahead and drink, I am sure you must be very thirsty after inhaling alot of dust at the market" she said.

“It doesn’t stay. It comes and disappears.” Cassian pretended to look disappointed. He wore his shirt back on and used his fingers to adjust his hair. “You should go to sleep,” he said. “You should return to your dorm too,” Julianne said to him. Cassian walked to the window and before he jumped out, he turned and said to her, “Goodnight Ash.” “Good…night.” Julianne said those words in her head. She watched him disappear in the night and she moved to the window, looking around to see where he had gone, but there was no sign of him. She released a sigh and pushed her head back in before shutting the window.

"There’s a cistern. It’s an old drainage line from the era before the Silver Moon terraformed these lowlands. It feeds out into the Ashlands, but it’s flooded, narrow, and reeks of death. It wasn't built for humans, Aiden. It was built for waste." "I don't care if it smells like the abyss itself," Ignis snapped, his fingers digging deep gouges into the wooden crate he was leaning against. "I’m not burning alive in this tomb because some bureaucrat wants to keep her hands clean. Aiden, if we stay here, we're just waiting for the flame. Is that what you want? To die as a footnote in a report?"

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.

When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt. Kira sat there for several long minutes, half in and half out of a grave, no one else in sight, the forest surrounding her impossible to see in the dark. “Fuck,” Kira coughed, tiredly shoving at the dirt covering her legs, trying to free them. She brushed dirty fingers against the tear in her neck, wincing at the sting. It was probably a mess of infection right now, but oh well. It would heal. Probably. Kira crawled out of her grave and lay down beside it, staring up at what she could see of the sky through the inky tree branches blotting out most of it.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.

I was stunned and pulled Xander close to me. “What are you doing?” I exclaim. “I am not doing it. In fact, I can't do something as such” Xander responded in his defense.Then how the hell? My gaze flicked down at Ian and I gasp.His eyes are glowing a mix of red and blue, somewhat similar to fire. Did he do it? Before I could come up with another thought, the fire around us died down, leaving only the trail of ashes. Ian's eyes turned back to their normal shade and a smile adored his cute face.