Ember And Ash Novels & Stories

Two of them same as hers but she doesn't remember any of their faces, two couples in their mid fifties. She looks at Ash whose feature turns gloom but as soon as he notices her attention to him, the usual smile appears on his face, " They're our family!" " Brother Ash!" One of the girls runs towards him and hugs, " I missed you." Emma scans her. Although she has no common features with her, but she is beautiful. Her dyed blonde hair looks good on her. While she is observing the girl who looks same age hers, her eyes meet the girl's eyes. Instantly, her eyes rise when the girl pushes Ash away and jumps onto her.

“Let me help you, Rose.” “It wouldn't hurt, would it?” She asked with a shaky voice. “Have I ever hurt you?” I got no reply to that. “Okay…so how do you get in?” She asked instead. “Close your eyes and try to breathe evenly; you could do that, right?” “Y..yes, please Emmet hurried up. The only strength I've got is on my tongue, my body is closing up on me.” Just as she spoke, I turned into a thick cloud of ash. My eyes went into flames.

Then Anise looked back at Miranda, and the special girl nodded her head. Standing off the bed, Miranda walked up to Asher. She stood face to face with him, and his dark pupils watched her face intently. She lifted her hand and touched the opposite cheek from where Anise's hand rested. Asher closed his eyelids and shuddered, the sparks of the mate bond coming alive between their connection. It felt more powerful this time. More concrete. Asher covered Miranda's hand with his large palm, then he brought it to his lips and kissed the center of her palm, while she watched his face with the same intensity which burned in her gaze.

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

Buried Ashes ​Lucian's POV ​The damp chill of the private hangar off Terminal 4 clung to the wool of my coat like a shroud. Outside, London rain lashed against the corrugated steel, a low, relentless drumming that sounded too much like water against the hull of a boat. ​I didn't take off my gloves. I couldn't. My hands had been cold for six months, ever since the phone call came through in the middle of a board meeting in Manhattan. An offshore explosion. Unrecoverable remains. Deep water.

The training yard smelled of sweat and rubber and old leather, and the chatter from two men a few paces away sounded casual enough until the name dropped like a thrown knife. “Asher’s been off his game. Ya noticed?” one of them said, voice low. My heart did a stupid, traitorous flip. I edged closer on the balls of my feet, careful to keep the shadow as my shield. “Yup,” the other answered. “Since that bonfire, when that girl tried to kiss ’im.”

they will not hesitate to punish you" she says. Maybe she can see the distaste on my face while laying out the rules . A quick nod of understanding seams to have her satisfied and she continues on.I was never good at keeping my emtions off my face and i have a feeling that is going to cause me problems here. The the thought of serving the same monsters who killed my mother has that firey pit in my stomach raging. I wanted to get away from this god forsaken place but here i am preparing to serve their every whim. At the bottom of the stairs we are met with a small kitchen area with a medium sized wood burning stove a long table is placed in the center. A older man with gray hair stands at the

My knees buckle, but I stay standing, teeth clenched so hard my jaw aches. Ashton lets out a low, broken sound—half-growl, half-sob. Maereth slams her staff into the ground. “Hold your hands over the fire,” she commands. “Together.” Ashton hesitates—just for a fraction of a second. Then he steps forward. So do I. We stand on opposite sides of the fire pit, hands outstretched, blood dripping into the flames. The fire roars in response, surging higher, brighter, heat slamming into my skin like a living force.

He swung it again. Still nothing. His eyes widened. "How..." He looked at Ember. "How did you know my arm was injured?" Pearl clicked her tongue. "Still no greeting." These Hale people were hopeless. Jasper straightened his back. "Why should I greet her?" "I'm the second prince of Moon Pack." "She should be bowing to me." Ember laughed. Actually laughed. "Bowing?" Before Jasper could react— She vanished. His eyes widened. Then suddenly— Ember was standing directly in front of him.

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.