Cinders Ashes Novels & Stories

But we needed to be quick and he already was on his feet, “We just need a spark.” My mind raced. “There are stones that we can use,” I rushed to grab the stones from the ground. Asher ripped the iron pendant from around his neck, the edges sharp. Then, dragging a jagged piece of stone from the floor, I put it in front of him as he slammed the two together. Spark. Nothing. Spark. Spark. I held my breath, my eyes going to the darkness where Phina sensed the vampires. “Asher…they are coming!” “Fuck,” Asher gritted his teeth giving his everything as the next a small flame flickered.

He patted her hand and pulled away before dashing towards the source of the stench. As she jogged, careful not to trip over branch and bramble, she had no shoes still after all. It was slower going than she’d have liked, she heard it. A high keening. It was that same, tinny sound that obviously wasn’t made by anything living she’d ever heard. The Dain howled in clear agony. Up ahead, in the fading gloam of predawn, something flared brightly like a star. Fire, bright like a beacon. Cinder was about to have his ‘fun’. Ignoring the thorns that bit at her bare feet, River dashed towards the spark of flame.

I run as fast as I can, jumping over flames, keeping myself small. I find a large standing metal filing cabinet, leaning against the wall. There's a giant pillar on top of it. But I can see the faint tremor from underneath. Indicating that she must be in there. I rip my jacket off me, and wrap it around the beam, preventing my hands from going up in flames. Using all of my strength, I push the beam off the cabinet.

Tears formed in her eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light. “I don’t just kill them. I BURN them. I take them into the forest, tie them to the tree and leave them utterly helpless, begging for mercy. You know what I do next?” She tried to shake her head, but I had her in a good, firm grip. “I strip them bare and then cover them with sulfur. From head to toe. Do you want to know what sulfur does? It makes their bodies bone dry, paving way for the fire to lick every single inch of their bodies, scorching them to their bones until they become nothing, but the midnight black ash. The remainder of their once despicable beings! The white cinder from the burnt trees mixes up with the ash, creat

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.

The Empire's Ashes The wind, a continual reminder of the fall of the empire, murmured through the ruins. With her leather-clad fingers digging amid the ruins of a once-immensity palace, Zara knelt down. In the early morning light, the tall, hollow and cracked marble columns loomed above her, creating long, skeletal shadows. The smell of smoke, of something long burned and forgotten, filled the air. Even though she had been scrounging here for days, the scene remained the same: rusted weaponry, shattered statues, and the remains of a grandeur that had long since lost its significance.

Several staff members lined the base of the stairs, at his service. "Who is he?!" Those slightly new to their world asked, fascination evident in their voices. "You don't know Chen Kamman?! He's the Phoenix of the Bronze Orchid!" Those who had been there for only a few months already knew this and answered eagerly. "Oh! He's the Chen Kamman?!" They exclaimed each time. Everybody had heard of him; his name had been mentioned in global newsrooms, in local market discussions, at workplaces, in schools, in motivational talks, and all over the internet. But people rarely ever met him in person. He never showed up anywhere unless he truly needed to.

God help her, she did. And love in a house built on ashes was the most dangerous fire of all.

Winnie’s POV ​The silver lilies were no longer glowing. Under the touch of the woman who looked exactly like a nightmare version of my mother, they had turned into shriveled, blackened husks that crumbled into ash. The air in the grove felt thin and poisonous; every breath I took stung my lungs like swallowed glass. Beside me, Cassian stood tall, his skin still radiating the afterglow of our union, though his golden eyes were narrowed with a lethal focus.

the leader whispered, her spear wavering. "He is the Triple-Bind," I said, my Silver Queen authority returning. "And I am a Doctor. Your people are suffering from the 'Ash-Lung'—I can smell the congestion in your chest from here. I can heal your sick, and my sons can wake your fires. In exchange, we need a path to the First City’s foundation." The warrior lowered her spear, her gaze lingering on my face. "I am Solara, Chieftain of the Cinder. You speak with a silver tongue, but your heart beats with the rhythm of the Deep. Very well, Silver Queen. We will not kill you today."