Cinders Ashes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Please, the bones they aren’t, -" Asher didn’t listen to his mother, instead looking at me. "I knew you were mad at me, but to do that? To desecrate their graves? For what? To prove a point? To hurt me? I saw them, Leia. There is nothing you can say to make me believe otherwise." This time, it was my turn to get pissed off. I stood up and grabbed the papers that were now on the floor. "Fucking hell, Asher. It’s not them. The bones belonged to another girl, called Cindy."

Chapter 113. Carter's POV. The moment we return back to the park house, we made our way directly behind the house. When we got there, the body of better Gideon and that of his daughter had already been born down into ashes. There was no piece of them left even the bones. You couldn't see anything, they were just the light particles left, the part which they wind could just blow off. "So how are we going to do this?" Arthur asked as he went around looking at the ashes on the floor. " I will go get a cleaner and some brooms, perhaps we can use and sweep the particles down that river.”

They sat together, sharing stories, and relishing the simple pleasures of good food and great company. Abigail felt the healing power of nature and friendship enveloping her. The pain of her losses was still present, but it was no longer all-consuming. It had given way to hope, laughter, and the promise of brighter days ahead. As the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, they built a bonfire near the shore. The crackling flames danced to an invisible tune, casting flickering shadows that seemed to mirror the dance of their spirits. They roasted marshmallows, singing songs and sharing tales until their eyes grew heavy.

They wondered how someone so young could build such an impressive reputation in antiquities and stone gambling, making them question if some people were truly born under lucky stars. "I lost… I lost again," Aspen laughed bitterly, her face deathly pale. The higher her confidence had soared before, the more crushing her defeat felt now. Typically, as the proud heiress of Bridgefields' Stevens family, Aspen would never admit defeat. However, Andrew's final move with the Blood Phoenix Cicada completely shattered her pride and confidence.

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.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

he said, the words tasting like ashes in his mouth. The bottle slipped from his hand, rolling across the floor with a dull thud. Xander didn’t even bother to pick it up. Instead, he sat there in the half-dark, the shadows stretching longer around him, wondering if this was all there was left for him an empty room, a hollow heart, and the weight of mistakes he could never undo. “I need to do something” he said standing up