Embers And Ashes Novels & Stories

“Father.” “You’re late,” CEO of the ADAMSON ENTERPRISE, the largest money making company in the world, Richard Adamson replied, not bothering to look up from the slim, pocket-size tablet he held in one hand as he checked his email. Knight unfolded the cloth napkin fanned out on the plate and draped it over his lap. A waiter discreetly filled his water glass and left two leather-encased tablets containing the menu and wine list on the table before departing. “I was busy.”

she said, voice steady. She reached into the cloth again. “Not everyone who bled got to be buried.” The crowd listened. Frozen. “This isn’t for those who survived. This is for those who never got to return.” She stood, holding the linen wide. Then turned to Nova. Nova nodded once tight, trembling. And together, they let the wind take the ash. It rose. Spun. Glowed faint gold in the dying light. And it didn’t fall. Not yet. The ash hovered in the air like memory reluctant to settle.

"You gave him the code word. Seraphim. Why?" Graves raised his eyes slowly. "Because I knew you'd get it out of him. And because the game's bigger than any of us." He leaned back. "The people who buried Emberlight? They don't sleep. They don't remember. They delete." Damien didn't flinch. "So do we.". That night, Asher stood alone under a ruined streetlamp outside the depot. His breath curled into the desert chill. He thought of his sister. The way she laughed with her whole body. The way she believed the world could still be beautiful.

Death in the battlefield is common, but they would always think of a way to lessen them with all of their might. Asha smiled at seeing that Samel fully understood her thoughts. She took a deep breath before turning her attention to the six sworn brothers that have now created a fissure-like distance between the two sides. She closed her eyes and opened them as her golden inverted pupils glowed like golden embers that are ready to burst like fireworks in the deep dark sky.

Not even the trees shake at the casket goes by, as if they know a great alpha is no more. At the cemetery, the casket is lowered into the freshly dug earth, right next to where the memorial of Derek’s child is. Asher steps forward and drops a black rose into the earth, then Liana follows, and then Ramsey. The elders do the same, and one by one, all the pack members –even the children, drop black roses into the final resting place of Derek. Dorothea is the last to drop her rose. Just like she did during the funeral of Derek’s baby, she takes a handful of earth, says some words quietly and then throws it into the grave. Liana, Ramsey and Asher follow, and then the guard-wolves cover the grave.

I watch as they placed the roses and lilies on top of there bodies before closing the coffin shut, everyone was now entering the Pack house to view their bodies one last time as the service is already over, everyone in the pack loved and Adored them all, after the viewing we buried the bodies in our private cemetery and repeated the phrase we’d repeat as a member dies that way there beings would go back to the moon goddess there mother and hopefully return another day and live one more time. “You're as bright as the moon and as beautiful as the stars, your, your mothers child, yes you are. From her you were made and to her you return and hopefully one day you’d be placed back on this earth,

Just then Queen Morgan clutched his head with her fingers. His body turned to ash, scattering on the blood-soaked ground. Raven’s cry was inhuman. Ara, her wolf, howled through her… it was a sound of raw, soul-deep rage. “Brother!” I heard Asher scream, his voice hoarse with disbelief and heartbreak. But I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even breathe. I stood frozen in the middle of battle, staring at the ashes where Ansel had once been. My brother.. even with his flaws, even though he had lost his path ..but still my blood.. and now he was gone.

I said with a smile. “…Yes, master,” Asha said with a despondent look with her ears drooping down. I know I’m scary when I’m angry… but with that look on her face— it makes me seem that I’m the bad guy here. “Myaster… this tree— is it a Celestial Luminous…?” Felix suddenly murmured. “Oh…? You have seen it before… at Dómr’s place?” “But this one is larger, nya.” “This tree… was meant to mourn for the dead. Is my mother… buried here…?” Asha asks me.