Cinders Ashes Novels & Stories

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

Chapter 14: Shards of the Aftermath Morning reluctantly broke, spilling pale orange light over the wreckage of the NOVA-7 complex. Smoke continued to curl into the air behind them as they huddled around a small campfire at the top of a ridge that gazed down into the valley below. Adrenaline had worn off. Only the low hum of questions—unasked, unspoken—remained. Asher sat next to Cassandra. She hadn't spoken since they'd fled. Her eyes blazed with awareness, but her voice came and went, lost and weak.

she said, voice steady. She reached into the cloth again. “Not everyone who bled got to be buried.” The crowd listened. Frozen. “This isn’t for those who survived. This is for those who never got to return.” She stood, holding the linen wide. Then turned to Nova. Nova nodded once tight, trembling. And together, they let the wind take the ash. It rose. Spun. Glowed faint gold in the dying light. And it didn’t fall. Not yet. The ash hovered in the air like memory reluctant to settle.

“Do it now, before they regroup!” Ava lifted the shard high. Light shot from it in a dozen thin lines, striking the silver shapes. Each line coiled around a chain, binding it, drawing it inward. The shapes writhed, shrieked silently, and dissolved one by one, their ash drawn into the shard. The air cleared. Only a few silver figures remained, crouched at the edge of the platform, trembling. The massive outline behind Ava dimmed, fading like breath on glass. She slumped, catching herself with one hand on the stone.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

The discarded pile consisted entirely of matching items I'd bought after getting together with Cole. One of the maids, Laura Brown, glanced at the pile headed for the trash. "Ms. Cavendish, are you really sure you want to throw all of this away?" I nodded. "Yeah. It's all stuff I don't want anymore." "What do you not want?" Cole's voice came from the doorway. I answered evenly, "Just some old things. There's no point keeping them here." "Makes sense. Out with the old, in with the new. When we get engaged, we'll be buying plenty of new things any—"

Ignoring him completely, Caleb said to Daisy, "Let's go." Daisy turned around and followed him away. Whispers immediately came from behind them. Daisy's steps faltered slightly. Caleb gently pressed a hand against her back. "Don't look back. Keep walking." Daisy took a deep breath and continued moving forward. Caleb led her through a hallway and pushed open a door. Before she entered, he glanced down at a message on his phone. [East side staircase cleared. The fire will start at a quarter past nine. Follow the green markers. Fake Daisy is already in position at the southern gate.]

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

Therefore, at this moment, when the others saw Journey Doney take out a handful of black powder from the jar, which was neither black nor gray, and showed a look of interest, Caspian and Yvonne Johnson already knew what the powder was-it was ashes. In addition, on the battlefield, the corpses full of violence, unwillingness, anger, despair, and other negative emotions were turned into ashes. Journey Doney sprinkled the ashes out. The ashes emitted a strange green light in mid-air, and then disappeared as if they had been absorbed by the darkness of the Chaos. For some reason, everyone present felt their hearts tighten when they saw this scene. Immediately afterwards, a gurgling sound rang ou

As they left the Cinderfield, the old ashes lay quiet behind them. Not forgotten. Not gone. Settled. Ashes of the ancients. Fuel for whatever fire Luna would choose to light next.