Faith Ashes Of War Novels & Stories

I remain numb as it sit on the couch starting at the picture of the family. We looked so happy. I’m pretty sure I’m in denial about the whole situation. Ash turns the TV off, “Do you think we can win this war?” I ask sadly “Yes, I do believe we can win this war because if we

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

The music throbbed, eyes followed, but no one dared to interfere. Damon Williams was untouchable. Whispers rose only after he vanished. 🗣️ “Who was that girl?” 🗣️ “Isn’t he still grieving Selena?” 🗣️ “That b**ch is so lucky.” Everyone knew—Damon hadn’t touched another woman since Selena’s death. Daniel — Rose Gold Street Daniel staggered home, reeking of alcohol, muttering insults about Leah. A man in black appeared, blocking his path. Daniel stumbled, tripped on the man’s foot, and crashed to the ground, nose bleeding.

The bloodlines were never meant to stand apart. Flame buried beneath ash. Fang bound by duty. Roses bleeding in shadow. Stars lost to the dark. Generations fractured by fear and pride. But blood remembers. When the Four stand whole, the ground trembles. What was broken rises. Power forgotten reclaims its name. Unity or ruin. Choice or fate. Balance does not wait. If I could not stop the war, then it must be you who ends it. Rise from the ashes of six. Find the heirs of my dearest friends, the ones who stood beside me when the world began to break. With them, fulfill the prophecy. Restore what was lost.

Elise rubbed Logan’s chest. “Don’t be mad, Logan. She doesn’t want to come out of hiding, so we should just go ahead and cremate her father. “Since she refuses to show up, let’s make sure she doesn’t get a chance to see him again.” Logan shifted his attention back to Charles’ body. It took a while before he said, “Alright.” I smiled cynically. It turned out that resentment could run deep. As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

The rage that exploded out of Faith was unlike anything the North had ever seen. She didn't cry anymore. She didn't scream. The grief of believing Killian and Leo were dead had completely detached her from her normal, gentle self. With a deafening roar that caused the burning concrete blocks of Sector Four to vibrate, Faith shifted back into the massive White Wolf. Her fur was no longer pristine: it was stained with black soot and gray ash, making her look like a phantom rising from a graveyard. Her pure white eyes burned with a freezing, absolute hatred.

On the day we were about to register our marriage for the ninety-ninth time, I, Joshua Smith, went rigid as I read those words flickering before my eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. It was the memory of being poisoned in my previous life, so vivid it felt as though it had just happened. Talia Ford, my wife, saw me frozen and snapped impatiently, "Joshua, move! Get out of my way! I need to go to the hospital with Uncle Adam!"

Needed something good in world of death and darkness. Even if it was just comfortable lie. From mother who had become very good at lying. Very good at killing. Very good at everything except being human. Three weeks until war. Until eight deaths. Until everything changed. If Damien survived—we faced it together. If he died—I faced it alone. Either way—I faced it. Because that is what Ashfords do. We face death. We create death. We are death. And somewhere—in the darkness—our enemies were planning. Preparing. Coming.

Joshua reported, as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and headed towards the double doors of the mansion. Asher opened the door, and at the base of the steps, the warrior laid dead. "There's something else." Joshua added, as he passed the Alpha, and beckoned him towards the body. Asher approached the dead warrior. His eyes were still open. Joshua crouched near the warrior's head and pulled the collar of his shirt to reveal a unique marking on his neck. Two tiny dots that resembled teeth marks. More specifically, sharp fangs. Asher looked at the wound carefully, his mouth running sour, his stomach churning with a queasy motion. He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before clos