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.”

How many more are we going to lose, because of me? I saw Janus taking a deep breath, lifting his arms to the sky, and a gust of wind lifted the remaining ashes of Henri’s body in a mini dust devil. It sped away into the night. Hunter, Teo and Tasha lifted their heads to the sky to howl in unison. Their voices a mournful choir resonating through the stillness of the early morning. ***

I wrapped my arms around her back tighter and rubbed her back soothingly and caressed our bond too. I watched the all the pyres burn and then extinguish on its own, leaving behind only ashes. Josias stepped forward and began collecting Javier's ashes and filling it in a pot. "We will be pouring his ashes in the sacred Royal Pond of Voda." Silas murmured, his eyes sad yet cold and I nodded. I understood that we weren't invited. I figured that it was a sacred ritual they did to the ashes of the Royal family members, just like we poured the ashes of our dead into the ocean or a river.

The morning after the council meeting, Blackwood was a wound trying to heal. Ash still drifted in the air, clinging to the trees, the stones, the wolves who passed with eyes too tired to be sharp. Every breath carried the weight of what we’d lost. Every sound felt heavy with ghosts.

"She's the leader of the hunters faction, she might look so timid and all but I've seen the real her once,she's a devil in disguise" "I won't disagree to that but whatever alliance that has been forged is now terminated I won't have that" *************************************** ARTHUR "May he be accepted up and beyond , may his sons come forward for the final act" I walk towards looking dready and worn out from the tears, Asher follows in suit looking just as dreadful, we both hold a torch setting his corpse which has been adorned with beads and flowers on fire, "Boys get your acts together for your mum" We both walk away from the burning corpse proceeding to the packhouse and the others fol

he turned to everyone and greeted them. “Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust” he called on Vivian as the first born of the family, told her to do the normal ritual for their father. Vivian squatted a bit, took sand and poured it at the casket. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust” Maya too walked closer to the grave, poured sand as well to the casket.

He could see himself wearing Alexnder face right now as shock, terror and horror filled them as they witnessed that horrible scenario. "Yes. Unfortunately, our comrades, our seniors died in that incident. They were being brutally killed by the Black Wolf's Empire." Ash raised his two hands and stared at them as his mourning washed over him. "Our seniors, the one closest to us were brutally killed. Our seniors mainly composed of our cousins, our siblings, our friends who were closed to us. One of them, it was Jess. Team family. Along with our senior friends they were brutally killed and their bodies were burned into ashes. The only one we recovered was this clockwork angel from him."

That the very ground beneath the gathering knew what I was. Callum’s hand slipped gently from mine. Not abrupt, not dismissive—just a careful letting go. A signal. You’re on your own now. I stood at the threshold of history and judgment, surrounded by House legacy and pageantry so suffocatingly grand that it choked out anything as mortal as breath. The Council members sat like statues carved from midnight and arrogance. Robes like trailing shadows. Sigils glinting against their chests. Expressions carved from centuries. Behind them, the elite of Ashwood watched in gilded fascination—noble sons and daughters arrayed in finery, masks of courtly interest barely concealing what truly slithered b

The golden fire that usually burned behind his amber eyes had gone completely hollow, replaced by a cold, distant shock. "I buried him," Asher whispered. His voice was barely audible over the gale, devoid of its usual smooth confidence. "Five years ago... at the Western Border Outpost. I dug the grave with my own hands after the High Council purged our estate. I felt his pulse stop, Elara."

Sarah said and tears ran down her face. “You need to be strong for your children, Sarah. Please, take heart. My husband and I will see you all smile again,” Helena said, and hugged Sarah. “Yeah, Sarah; we will be your backbones. C’mon Liam, be a man that your dad loved you become,” Alfred said, and carried Liam up. After the caskets have been lowered into the ground, the priest tells the relatives of the fallen heroes to give ashes for ashes and sand for sand. “Now that the caskets have been lowered into the ground, the relatives of the demise will give ashes for ashes and sands for sands,” priest Grayson said.