Dawn And Ash Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My hand, unsteady, went to the top drawer – the familiar, almost special place for my journal. With a breath that caught in my throat, I pulled it open. The last entry. The ink, faded but clear, stared back at me: Year Thirty-Four of King Zylair's reign, Spring Solstice, Day 12. A dread seeped into my bones, chilling me deeply. In exactly one year, the world will be ashes. How? How is this possible? The thought slammed into me with the force of a physical blow. That… that ending was too real, too absolute, to be just a nightmare.

And this time, Kaelen sat in the driver's seat and watched it all without stopping her. The car started, disappearing into the night with my painful memories. I closed the door and leaned against the wall. Thirteen years. Our bond was over, just like that. And he had been a liar from the start. Two days later, a gold-embossed invitation arrived at my office. "You are cordially invited to the Luna Ceremony and Wedding of Mr. Kaelen Blackwood and Miss Seraphina Collins." I stared at the photo of them in a loving embrace on the invitation, and the last shred of warmth in my heart died.

Jasmine answered, “We wanted to see how long it would take you to notice.” Emmy stood. Ignisvath offered his hand. She took it. Liora ran ahead. At the doorway, Emmy looked back one last time. The wooden door remained at the garden’s edge. Closed. The sunset turned the sky violet and gold. Ash from an old throne still rested beneath the floor of a distant Hall. Amethyst caught the fading light. Emmy thought of the girl she had been. Twenty. Standing on the edge of a life everyone else seemed determined to define.

And now I knew she was alive. Or at least, she had been. Her name was Dahlia Renner. She was somewhere in Ashford Hollow. “She’s alive.” The words came out barely above a whisper. I looked at Teo. “She’s alive. Ashford Hollow. My father knew where she was all this time.” Teo went still. “Ashford Hollow,” he repeated. He said it slowly, as if the name itself meant something. “Elias, listen to me.” I waited. “If your father wrote that name down nineteen years ago and never went after her himself, there was a reason. It wasn’t only because he was afraid of leading someone to her.”

"Tell him to get some extra clothes for his dad. He shouldn't worry about food.” I was in a daze as I watched my mum leave. I really hoped his dad was alright as she said. Asher had sworn to die, if he dared lose anyone dear to him again. It was totally going to break him, should that happen. Well, Asher didn't wake up until about an hour later. By then, my siblings had all gone to school, including Summer. I was done with the morning chores and about to take a shower, when Asher finally woke up. It was past nine already.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

ZANE’S POV I woke before the sun with Lila still curled against my chest. Her breathing stayed slow and deep. One arm draped across my waist. Her hair fanned over my shoulder like dark silk. The sheet had slipped down to her hips, and I could see every soft curve the morning light painted gold. I didn’t move. I just watched her. Her chest rose and fell, her lashes lay dark against her cheeks and her lips parted slightly.

Luca Ashford: If he scared you off, don’t let him. The fun ones don’t stay in their rooms. She laughed under her breath. She hadn’t given either of them her number. When she slept, her dreams turned violent. When she woke, she dressed in black. And when she stepped into the courtyard, she found Luca cornering a freshman, Noah approaching like justice incarnate, and the first real glimpse of the war she’d walked into waiting for her.

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

She walks near his chair and while she is still trying to comtemplate whether to wake him up or not, Nick suddenly holds her hand. "Don't leave me again", he says with a pained voice while pulling her into his embrace. Mira is too shocked to respond that she almost forgets how to breathe. Finally regaining her senses, she pats him gently and calls to him. "Mr. Asher, please get up and have some hot coffee. It will calm your nerves". Listening to her soothing voice, Nick finally comes back to the mortal world while still holding Mira tightly to his chest. Seeing that he is back to normal, Mira finally lets out a sigh and walks out of his embrace and brings the coffee she prepared to Nick. "Mr