Embers And Ashes Novels & Stories

Emily spoke nervously from behind. “Blood Diamond and Dark Sapphire has merged when my dear Edmund allowed the members of Blood Diamond pack to join our pack after Alpha Asher’s death” Emily informed in a casual tone. “Alpha Asher is dead?” Riley asked in astonishment. “Oh Yeah, he is. After we burned the beast alive because he said he killed you and mum by the explosion but you didn’t die but he did” Emily replied with yet another nervous smile. “No need to regret that, Emily dear. He deserved it” Josh waved his hand casually.

--- After breakfast, we walked to the garden. Kael carried the small box of ashes. I carried Luna. Lila carried Kael Jr. — carefully, proudly, like he was made of glass. "Put them here," I said, pointing to the base of the largest rosebush. Kael knelt. Opened the box. Scattered the ashes. "Goodbye, Clause Seven." "Goodbye, fear." "Goodbye, secrets." The wind caught the ashes. Lifted them. Carried them away.

“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

The estate aboveground gleamed under the late afternoon sun, but inside, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. Carson and Justina moved through the corridors with purpose, the memory of Vault Zero and its labyrinthine horrors still lingering in their minds. They had survived, reclaimed control, and yet the past’s whispers still lingered in corners, as if testing their resolve. Justina’s fingers brushed against the cold marble as they passed a long hallway lined with portraits of the Ashes family. “Every face,” she murmured, “every shadow, it is like the estate remembers everything.”

They started moving again. "You said she looks familiar?" They were talking in quieter tones now, they probably didn't want their boss to hear them. "Yes, you won't believe it. It's crazy," the third voice said. "Who is she?" "I'm not sure, but she looks so much like Hope," the voice said. I was shocked that he recognized me, I wouldn't recognize myself if I stared in the mirror. "Hope? As in the Hope Embers that died in the assassination with her father?" He and the others laughed.

As Kaylar concluded her speech, the room fell silent once more, and with that, Kaylar stepped back from the podium, concluding her elegy. Wayne's grandparents stood, their frail bodies steady. They approached the urn, their hands shaking, and reverently scooped a handful of ashes. Tears streamed down their weathered faces as they gently released the ashes over the earth, symbolising Wayne's return to the elements from which he had come.

She thought: this is what continues. She thought: this is yours too. Not just mine. Not just ours. Yours, built into us, traveling forward. She looked at the number for a long moment. Then she looked at Grace, who was still watching the screen with the expression she had when she was feeling something completely. "My grandmother's estate," Grace said, quietly. "Yes," Zara said. "Someone finally named it," Grace said. "Nationally." "Yes," Zara said. "Nationally."

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

He didn’t say anything at first, just slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “She’s strong,” he said, voice low. “Vivianne.” “She is,” Ember replied, leaning into him. “But I don’t think she’s done grieving. Not just for Julian, or the past, but for who she used to be.” Asher was quiet, thoughtful. “Maybe none of us are who we used to be.” Ember nodded, her eyes scanning the woods. “No. But the land remembers. And the silence feels… heavier lately.” He followed her gaze. “Something stirring?”

It was Rosa's birthday that Sunday. I tidied Remy's belongings once more and suddenly noticed that someone had touched one of the small boxes. I hurriedly checked the box and realized that a golden pendant was missing. It was shaped like a locket, and it belonged to my late mother. I asked a priest to bless it so that I could give it to my son on his birthday. When Remy died, his blood stained the golden locket. I did my best to wipe it clean and kept it in the small box like a treasure.