City Of Ashes Novels & Stories

💔 Then suddenly— The falling stopped. 🌙 The City That Shouldn’t Exist Ilyaan opened his eyes. 😨 And froze. Before him stood the most beautiful city he had ever seen. ✨ Silver towers touched the sky. Floating bridges connected giant structures. Rivers of glowing light flowed through the streets. 🌙 Everything shimmered. Everything felt impossible. 💀 Ayesha stared in disbelief. “What is this place?” No one answered. Because no one knew. ⸻ Then they noticed something strange.

A FEW DAYS AGO Chicago Megacity was a humid, crowded mess on the best of days even after the Apocalypse happened and a lot of people died. Still, the place is far more crowded than other cities, probably because a lot of awakened had come to this place, so the government converted it into a safe zone. So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle.

Why did I have a feeling that Jack or his guard was trying to fuck with me? The guard came running back in with a girl trailing behind him “Tell boss what you found out” “I went to act like a nosy civilian Sir, and someone set a car on fire with a dead body in the boot” “What kind of car?” I growled. “A black Mercedes Benz C class” She stammered. “Fucking Jack” I screamed. Zac woke me up in the morning bringing my breakfast and coffee, Doc came in soon after with my drops. “Would you like me to wait until after you have eaten?”

I gulp, clutching onto Xander's hand tightly while walking further into the town square of our Pack. Everyone is out of their house, screaming, crying and howling.Each one of their eyes, same shade of black. “Careful” Xander says, pulling me aside and a car flashes past us, crashing straight into one of the house's front yard. More vehicles crash into each other, some into houses and shops.. My palm lands on my mouth at the sight of a vehicle driving over some of the people.I rush up to the crashed vehicle, pulling out a man from underneath but he only murmurs incoherent words.

Keys in hand, I climbed into the Rover and peeled out of the driveway, tires spitting gravel. The road blurred. Snow clung to the shoulders, but the sky stayed gray and heavy, matching the knot in my gut. I gripped the wheel until my knuckles ached. Every mile I drove away from that house felt like another nail in whatever fragile thing had started between Lila and me. By the time I hit the city, I knew exactly what I needed. A drink. Something strong enough to drown the ache and the self-loathing that kept whispering I should have known better.

“But this time… I’m the one with the knife.” She folded the report shut and placed it neatly in her drawer, locking it with a quiet click. Then she walked toward the window and pulled back the curtain. The city was alive beneath her, glittering like a thousand fragile lies. She was done being haunted. She wasn’t going to fall again. She would burn him slowly, elegantly, methodically until he had nothing left but regrets and the ruins of a kingdom he thought he built alone. And this time… She wouldn’t stop until the ashes bore her name.

The city did not welcome them. Asher sensed it the moment their boots hit shattered asphalt at the edge of a rain-lashed alley in Miradell's center. Buildings loomed too close, too tall, casting long, accusing shadows in the fading afternoon light. Horns blared. Neon signs blinked through rain. People hurried by like whirlpools in a tide, eyes forward, minds elsewhere. Damien drew his jacket hood on and handed Asher a folded piece of paper, dog-eared and worn from being opened too many times.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

“It was passed down that the bloodline of your ex lover would be in full possession of a piece, your urn. Kayla made a request to be given your ashes as a peace token for handing you over to the hands of the Alpha of their time to slay. It was said that your urn is to be with them, maybe along the way, it might have been given to the wrong hands or might have been sold to the hands of strangers. But for what it was, your urn isn't here in this Park.” His words had set fire burning through me, these people were still trying to act cunny. In my eyes, I saw their ancestors, the very people who approved and conducted my execution “You dare not joke with me.” I lit a fire that spread throughout t

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.