Cinders Ashes Novels & Stories

Lila’s POV I stumbled out of the cab and the cold air hit my face hard enough to make the world tilt. My phone kept buzzing in my bag but I ignored it and leaned against a brick wall to catch my breath. Snow fell soft and quiet around me and the streetlights blurred into halos. I knew what waited if I looked online. My name was everywhere. My face next to Zane’s with headlines screaming mistress and homewrecker and gold-digger. Tomorrow would be hell but tonight I just needed to forget.

Chapter Thirteen – Ashes on the Road The road stretched endless beneath a bruised sky, dust curling into the air with each faltering step. Adrian’s boots ground against gravel and ash, dragging over ruins that had once been villages, homes, lives. Pain radiated from his ribs, the bullet graze still raw beneath the filthy bandages he had wrapped himself in. Every inhale flared like fire through his lungs.

“Cinder hens.” Astrid closed her eyes. “I regret learning that,” Astrid whispered. ‘Cinder hens,’ Seraphina said slowly. I waited. ‘So not chickens,’ Seraphina concluded. ‘Apparently not.’ ‘Do they have feathers?’ Seraphina asked. ‘I do not know.’ ‘Do they have beaks?’ ‘I do not know.’ ‘Do they look like birds or like something that escaped a nightmare and got ambitious near warm rocks?’ Seraphina pressed. ‘Seraphina.’ ‘I am simply saying,’ Seraphina continued, ‘if something called a cinder hen lays eggs in the Outlands, I deserve a full description before it enters our mouth.’

“Your mate and child deserve respect.” “Cut the bloody riddles,” Caspian hissed coldly. “We didn’t come to Cinderbloom to be your entertainment or some puzzle for your magic tricks. We’ve got urgent business. Where do we find information about the Pyromancer who’s risen again?” Dren chuckled, the sound like stones grinding in a cave. “Patience, Alpha of the water territories. Cinderbloom is a city built on protocol and eternal fire. You can’t just knock on secret doors without going through the front gate first.”

I whispered, the words tasting like ash. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see their faces. I released the golden light. It was a soft, warm wave, a final mercy that felt like a betrayal. When the light faded and I opened my eyes, the space in front of me was empty. Five piles of fine white ash were all that remained of five heroes.

“We’ll complete the rite. Together.” — The Temple of Cinders stood atop Mount Varn, a jagged black peak said to be the heart of a long-dead volcano. The ancient lava that once spilled from it had cooled into obsidian spires, and from its summit, the wind howled like forgotten spirits. Kael and Luna climbed in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, sending sparks of heat up their arms. Her touch calmed the fire in him, yet stirred another flame entirely—one of desire, deep and unrelenting.

Hailey thought maddeningly as she spat at the revulsive chemical. It was the same smell she had perceived the last day in her past life, Hailey eyes scanned around and in a minute she saw a heap of ash on the floor, Hailey instantly knew that it was her body that had burned into ash by her merciless sister Ashley which was Cassidy in her present life, She could still feel the pain of body been burned when she was still perfectly alive, she could clearly remembered how Ashley had flickered on the lighter and threw it right on her fueled body, Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she thought of how she had lost her peace of mind in a day. she was still hovering over the thought when, the doors