Embers And Ashes Novels & Stories

That these were the remains of people we had once known, who had crossed us in ways that could not be forgiven? Ashina took a step back, her eyes never leaving the skeletal remains. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling with each panicked breath. “This is messed up,” she muttered, more to herself than to us. “This is pretty creepy guys.” Erica chipped in, “And can we please get out of here? It stinks so much I could puke.”

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Asher remained mute as the Luna's body was lowered into the ground, and one by one the pack members laid flowers on the black mound, some spilling tears, others leaving notes, and stuffed animals for the unborn cub. After the funeral, Asher returned to the mansion, and aimed to head to his room, but then he stopped at the door which led to the nursery. Asher opened the door. He entered the room coolly, his eyes cold and shut off from the world around him. He closed the door with his foot. Asher didn't realize it when his fist met the nearby wall. He was cold and unfeeling as he ripped apart the plush toys and destroyed picture frames. Asher raged, screaming, growling and yelling, while he de

She cremated Isaac and Mandy, scattering their ashes in a pauper's field. "You two deserve each other. May you never hurt anyone again." Ashley, thank you for everything. We'll be friends again in our next life. A breeze blew, and my soul vanished.

“You couldn’t stop Scott’s death in the past, and you also can’t get Scott’s ashes now! Thomas Mayo, you fail as a brother.” As he spoke, he opened the cover of the urn. “Thomas Mayo, watch properly as your brother’s ashes disperse!” He flipped his wrist. The urn was turned upside down. A lot of bone ashes fell down, and the air was filled with the ashes. The area was completely white. Red veins could be seen in Thomas’s eyes. The sting of tears that he forgot a long time ago even subconsciously came up, and his eyes became teary. Men did not easily cry, unless someone stomped on his wound!

I would miss him, but I was more than glad to know him. I felt bad that I couldn't save him, but I could save Arizer and then I felt bad that I was glad it was Arizer that I could save. He was my 'mate', my other half of my soul. I would be sad and miss Asher but can live without him. I wouldn't want to live without Arizer. After everything we did to get to this point it seemed to have taken a long time for it to all be over so swiftly. Just not quick enough with the amount of elves, wolves and witches that we lost, but it could have also been so much worse. When the night came we made a massive Pyre and placed all the bodies of our lost with a special higher pyre in the middle where Asher w

I grab a salt shaker, pretending I was doing literally anything else, just as Mum and Aunt Primrose walk in. They look between us. Suspicious. But they say nothing. “Emerald is driving us to see the other members who lost their loved ones yesterday,” Aunt Primrose says. “Be good while we’re gone.” Her eyes linger on us. I rise immediately, already heading for the door. “And Eme… Asher.” Her voice stops me. I turn, catching the warning in her tone. Asher and I share a look before facing her. “I know you’re both young and hot kids,” she says gently. “Hot-blooded werewolves, in fact.”

Percival The setup was simple but meaningful—a large canopy stretched across the burial grounds, and wolves came in waves, dressed in black, walking beside mates or close friends. Some held hands. Some wiped tears. Some just stared ahead, hollow-eyed but standing tall. At least no alphas were lost. No seconds or betas. But the loss still burned. Ashes would be scattered today. And memories would be carried. Edeline leaned in and whispered, “There’s my brother.”

That is not normal for me. “I slept the whole way?” he nods. “Did you wake me up when you got in the car?” another nod. “I guess I was just tired. Let’s head in so that I can finally get some sleep.” We get out of the car and enter the club’s crematorium. The moment everyone sees us they get silent. “Light it up boys. I need some sleep.” They get to it and after about five hours the burning process is complete. The ashes are then thrown in the nearest fire pit.

We must plan well so that Samhain does not still leave us the same,“ the other wheezed in a hushed tone" "Those lycans will have us to answer to, soon...really soon” And with a cracking sound, they both disappeared into thin air.