City Of Ashes Book Novels & Stories

It landed in the ash. And wrote, in no one’s handwriting: VOLUME VIII: THE CITY’S HEART. The ground cracked. A red vein pulsed beneath the alley, beneath Brooklyn, beneath Manhattan. The city screamed. To be continued… Chapter 57 Elena Vasquez The city didn’t scream. It inhaled.

I would remind the world: I never asked for this power. I earned it through survival, through sacrifice, through truth. And if I had to burn again to keep the peace we’d built I would. 6. The Ashbound’s Arrival At dusk, scouts returned with urgent word: a host of silver-cloaked riders approached the city’s edge. Calm, orderly, disciplined. And with them flame that did not burn, and light that cast no shadow. The Ashbound had arrived.

The stone turned to molten gold in a single, violent heartbeat. Above them, the sky groaned. The dark-gold shield of Rebirth City began to buckle inward, the arches of the dome unravelling like a scorched skin. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Marek shrieked, falling to his knees as the first drop of the Ash Rain whistled through the opening ceiling, searing the fur on his back. Leo didn't answer. He stood in the center of the un-building city, his gold eyes wide with a terrifying, suicidal clarity as he watched the foundation of his world turn into a river of fire.

I smiled, marking my spot in the book and taking the offering from him, “Thanks!” Ash moved a table closer so I could set everything down, and then he picked up my book. “Citadel, by C.M. Alongi?” He hummed, “Is it any good?” I nodded, unable to answer him since I had some apples in my mouth. Once I had swallowed, I took the book back. “I’m not far into it, but it seems interesting.” I explain, “I had started reading before your grandfather passed away, but when he did and then the engagement and the wedding, I just haven’t had time.”

“You don’t know who I am anymore.” “I know you love black coffee, no sugar. I know you chew the inside of your cheek when you’re thinking. I know you fall asleep better in the dark but hate being left alone in it.” I turned my head sharply, anger rising. “You’re not allowed to list things like that. You forfeited the right to know me.” He leaned back, pain flickering across his face. “I know.” The shuttle lurched slightly as it approached the Ashen Ring. Below us, the sprawling black-market city came into view—massive towers built into asteroid stone, neon veins of power lines lighting the cracks. The spaceport was chaos incarnate.

Dawn looked at the book and shook her head, “after this chapter, there is not a single mention of the vampires. Ashley nodded, “What about Aiyanna?” “What about her?” “Is there anything written about her as well in this book?” “Nope, other than the fact that she was a wicked bitch who wanted to ruin the world there is nothing here. Who was she, where did she come from nothing?” “What a pity,” Ashley said. Dawn then closed the book and the two kept the book back from where they had picked it up. “Now what?” Dawn said. Ashley spoke, “now let’s go out, and take a walk as I am confused and I want to clear my mind.”

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

To the chaos and turn a hell of once their known haven on their land, a pile of lifeless people, corpses, and run-down buildings are the only thing that could be seen in the sea of ashes and pool of blood amidst the deafening sound of gunshots, explosions, screams, and cries. Following the left adults who seems to know the path and a way out, they successfully evaded and escape the fate and darkness that awaits them at the center of the battlefield for a while and now. “No!” As screams of fear, trauma, and retribution are mixed into each echoing voice from the distance, yet near. Each explosion, each gunshot, and drops of death scenario make them agitated. Covering themselves from time to ti

The armored tactical personnel carrier carved through the winding switchbacks of the northern highway, its heavy diesel engine a low, rhythmic growl that vibrated straight through the chassis. Outside the reinforced glass, the dense, mist-shrouded pines of the Bloodmoon frontier rapidly gave way to the sharp, imposing architecture of the capital’s outer industrial ring. Neon signs cut through the perpetual gray drizzle, casting bleeding smears of cyan and crimson across the wet asphalt.

Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.? ―Peter S. Beagle,?The Last Unicorn Damien MacQueen holstered his gun as he reached the old abandoned ruins of the Detroit train station. Many years ago the station had fallen into disrepair, and he had moved the Brotherhood's international headquarters from Boston to Detroit. It was a city that many people had given up on, but for his needs, that made it perfect. A crumbling city with high crime rates tended to draw in supernatural creatures, the sort who would make plays for local power.