Embers And Ashes Novels & Stories

Madame Lux said as she shoved pashed me to grab Carmen. "You're all weak none of you could finish me." Carmen sneered. "You won't last in this world. There will always be another threat on the weak." she added as Madame Lux forced the potion into her mouth and before our eyes Carmen crumbled to dust and ashes. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Carmen's been returned to the earth." Jessica said as we all stood watching the dusty spot on the ground and some that caught on the wind and blew away. "That's it?" Adam asked "It's just over."

I accepted the jar, cradling it in my hands with a mixture of reverence and sorrow. The weight of the jar felt heavy in my grasp, carrying the essence of my mother's being. The ashes, once a vibrant and vibrant force, were now contained within this fragile vessel. It was a profound reminder of the fragility of life and the eternal bond between a mother and her child. As I watched the mourners disperse, their presence fading into the distance, I felt a deep sense of loneliness. The absence of Madame Beatrice's physical form was now an undeniable reality, and the weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders.

“Virellion Thasra” “Virellion Thasra” “Thalvren Ekosa!” I opened my eyes and with my finest strength, I shouted; Thalvren Ekosa! And then he starts to say them fast in a gentle voice that I couldn't catch. “Fyralis Corven - From shadow to light, I invoke you to let your soul breathe once more.” “Zerithsl Dravenal - your heart beats, your pulse flow!” “Aelthsrjon Miriak - life rekindle, breath restore, eyes shine bright.”

LILA’S POV The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown club, but the Blizzard’s charity gala felt like a cage. My heels clicked on the polished marble, each step heavier than the last, as I scanned the crowd for Zane Callahan. The air pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a live band, but my pulse drowned it all out. I didn’t want to be here. But Meredith’s ultimatum of getting Zane ‘s answers or kissing my job goodbye had forced me into this glitzy hell, and the weight of my forced engagement to Ethan Callahan crushed me further.

"I'll be back with you in less than an hour." "Thank you for your assistance and consideration." "You're welcome." I hung up the phone and stared into the woods. Soul-wrenching screams echoed from the forest, and I couldn't help but wonder if one of those screams belonged to Alexus. We weren't mated and marked, so our bodies and minds weren't linked. I watched as some of the pack members assigned to "clean up" duty breached the treeline and carried the mangled remains of hopeful she-wolves to the "viewing tent". The women are identified, and their family members are notified of their deceased loved ones. They're allowed to visit the tent to visit with their daughter, sister, cousin, or best

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

“We’ll do it together. You don’t have to prove yourself alone, Elias. We’ll clear your name, and we’ll burn out whoever’s hiding behind theirs.” The Concord Sigil flared bright across my chest, brighter than before, like it had been waiting for this vow. The crowd fell into a stunned hush at the sight, students shifting uncertainly, faculty exchanging worried glances. But not all of them. Professor Shara Baudoin, the Hawthorne healer, stepped forward, eyes steady, voice even. “The boy speaks truth. No one who fights like that bleeds betrayal.” Ashleigh Dana raised her chin, wild and defiant. “If the Interregnum has touched my House, then it is my duty to burn them out. And I will.” Her gaze

I regret meeting Jaroch, falling in love with him, and marrying him. "She's not Bityah," Lezah cut in sharply. "She doesn't belong in our family tomb." Marabel shot Lezah a cold smile. "You know exactly who she is." Then she strode toward Jaroch and pointed a finger at my body. "Open your damn eyes. Look at her. Really look at her. Tell me she's not Bityah! "She must be buried in your family tomb. If not, her soul will never rest, and she will never reincarnate."

It floated toward Nyra and Selene. Selene gasped. “The Ashen Seed…” Nyra’s heart pounded. “It’s not over.” The ember bursts into a blazing inferno, engulfing the grove; and Nyra’s mother, leaving only a pillar of ash rising into the dawn sky.

I think it’s ridiculous that they don’t get to show their emotions freely as it would contrast with their image of strong leaders of the strongest pack of the Northern Hemisphere. And still, here I am, nearly getting crushed by their wolves reaching out to Cassy for comfort while grieving terribly. As the flames finally expire, it is just the four of us left. We collect the ashes carefully into separate, beautifully decorated urns before walking the vessels down into the forest. We want to scatter the ashes onto a glade not far away from our house, and as we finally arrive there heavy-hearted, the sight of fireflies floating over the place, illuminating it, awaits us.