Embers And Ashes Novels & Stories

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."

“What is this place?” Ashen didn’t answer at first. Then finally: “The Graveyard of Almosts.” Unwritten kings, Half-formed gods, Screaming lovers with no names, They drifted around the pair like spirits tethered to regret. Some reached for Kael. A woman with no eyes but a crown of fingers whispered, “I could have been your wife in another chapter…” He flinched away, Ashen slashed one specter down a forgotten villain who bled ellipses instead of blood.

Dead, nameless men. “Turn to your left.” It was a repeat of his last tour, flashing through his mind. Dead friends, dead brothers. Bodies left in the sand. The whir of a helicopter’s blades as they were flown back to base, bruised, bloody, and sometimes broken. “You can wash your hands over there,” Mike said. Asher could feel the darkness clouding his mind, creeping along his spine, settling in his soul. He closed his eyes as he washed the ink from his fingers. He needed to breathe.

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.

The retreat of the Sun-Eaters had left behind a world that felt fundamentally broken. As I stood on the ramparts, leaning heavily into Silas’s warmth, I looked out over the valley. The snow, once a pristine and sparkling white, was gone. In its place was a thick, suffocating layer of pale grey ash—the remains of the ancient forest and the pulverized spirits of the Council’s ritual. It looked like a graveyard of a world that had forgotten how to breathe.

The flames that once sought to devour the world had become sacred ash, strewn like dust across the scorched remnants of Ember Hollow. Where temples once rose in cruel splendor, silence now lingered—thick with mourning, hope, and something deeper: remembrance. Isabella stood beneath the twisted remains of the Final Altar. Her cloak billowed in the dry breeze, stained with ash and blood, symbols of a war fought not just with blades, but with truths that had seared deeper than any fire.

--- Deimon submerged himself in the Blood-Moon bath, an ancient family Jacuzzi reserved for cleansing before the crimson rituals. The water shimmered with crushed moonflowers and sacred oils, their scent thick and intoxicating. Steam rose in ghostly spirals, carrying with it the weight of centuries-old tradition. This wasn't merely a bath—it was a rite passed down through generations of Ashworth Alphas, each one purifying themselves before ascending to greater power.

Hailey thought maddeningly as she spat at the revulsive chemical. It was the same smell she had perceived the last day in her past life, Hailey eyes scanned around and in a minute she saw a heap of ash on the floor, Hailey instantly knew that it was her body that had burned into ash by her merciless sister Ashley which was Cassidy in her present life, She could still feel the pain of body been burned when she was still perfectly alive, she could clearly remembered how Ashley had flickered on the lighter and threw it right on her fueled body, Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she thought of how she had lost her peace of mind in a day. she was still hovering over the thought when, the doors

Tears welled in her eyes as she slowly approached the vessel that held the ashes, a vessel that now felt like a vessel of memories, both beautiful and painful. With trembling hands, Freya carefully gathered the ashes, her fingers tracing the outline of the vessel’s rim. The ashes were cold, lifeless, a stark contrast to the fire and vitality that had once been Vaemond. She took a deep, shuddering breath, struggling to control the waves of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.