Faith Ashes Of War นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We were enemies turned allies. Temporary. Convenient. Dangerous. But it would do. Because this time, I wasn't fighting for forgiveness. I was fighting to erase the lies. One name at a time. Let them come. Let them dig graves. I’ll fill them all with ashes. I said with my faves filled with horror. After then I left Rosa's presence and I know this is war, a war she won't survive, a war she's going to be punished with. Dickson pov

“I have to do something—” But the old woman offered no sagely advice, no secret to victory in this final, desperate moment. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Ash whispered. “Why…why did this happen…How could it…” Finally she had seen and understood. But it was too late now. There was no point in Anzi telling her that blind faith had been naïve, stupid, selfish. That this was no fairy tale endeavor protected by the favor of kind gods looking down upon them, ready to bestow favors to soothe their pains like handmaidens to masters. Fate? Destiny? If they existed, they were cold mistresses only. This was war, this was death, this was punishment for being so ready to believe in infallible hig

“You make me hesitate when I should not. you make me think about things I can’t afford to think about.” His thumbs brushed over her wrist gently, the gauntlets feeling clumsy compared to the familiarity of her touch. “But maybe,” he admitted quietly, leaning his forehead against hers so their breaths mingled between them. “Maybe having someone to fight for is better than fighting alone.” “Exactly,” Amelia breathed out in relief. “The opposite of darkness is hope and love.” Hope. Love. Words he had not dared to let himself consider in six long years of ashes and blood. The combination of those words spoken by her– the woman who believed in the man he used to be– shattered something inside him

Only the muffled crying of the pups and the wind moving across the altar could be heard. A few final silver sparks drifted upward. They gathered together, rising toward the northern mountains, toward the valley where my mother rested. My father lifted his head. Tears slid silently down his face. Ash lifted from the altar and scattered into the night sky like falling snow. Covering everything. Burying everything.

“They’re people, not weapons. Not curses. People.” Caleb’s jaw worked, but he said nothing more. His silence was heavier than words. They climbed the ridge slowly, dawn spilling pale light over the trees. The rescued stumbled often, their bodies weak from years of war with themselves. One collapsed outright, falling to his knees with a strangled sob. Ava crouched beside him, laying a hand on his trembling shoulder. “You’re safe now,” she whispered. “We’ll find a way.” His eyes met hers. For a moment, something like gratitude flickered there. Then it was gone, swallowed by fear.

I glared at him as I climbed in. “We need to grab some lunch and then head out to the warehouse” I instructed as I started to pull my gun out of a secret compartment in the car and placed it on the seat next to me. Warren looked at the gun and started to armour himself up “What are we walking into boss?” “I am not sure, I received an email from someone called AF. They stated that they know who I am and that we have the same enemy and they want to help me take them down. They told me to meet them at the warehouse at 2pm”

He carefully wipes the tears from my face as he turns my head up to look at him. “Little Bear, you've been through hell and back, no one would ever expect you to come out of it even the least bit affected. You've suffered more trauma than anyone I know, and yet you're still fighting. You are a true warrior. Don't ever think otherwise. What they did to you would have anyone second guessing themselves. Don't let them win. They want to see you fail. Just because they got to you, doesn't mean that they've won. The fact that you were able to see through their lies only proves how strong you really are.”

As they placed him in the car, they exchanged solemn glances with Liya and whizz, their unspoken support a testament to the bond they shared. Liya and whizz moved to the car, their steps heavy as they climbed in. The grief in the air was palpable, the reality of the situation sinking in with every passing moment. Whizz's hands gripped the edge of the seat as he took a deep, shuddering breath. Liya rested her head against the window, her tears staining the glass as she stared out into the distance. The car's engine roared to life, the sound a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere within. As the car pulled away from the scene, the soldiers who remained behind exchanged solemn nods, their hea

And I drive the shard home. The shard punches deep—blood fountains. The Heart convulses—a wet, shuddering gasp. And finally— It dies. The air shudders, the stones shake, and the pit wails—not with anger, but with grief. Something ancient and rotted and wrong weeps into the dark, and I know—we killed something it loved. Good. Let it mourn. Let it drown in it. I collapse to my knees beside the ruined corpse, blood pouring from a hundred torn seams in my body, the shard clutched tight against my chest.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.