Novel & Cerita Faith Ashes Of War

Ava asked, turning her head to look at me. "Now we take care of our dead." I whispered, sadness creeping into my heart at the thought of Javier, Sofiya, Vladimir, Valeralyn and the hundreds of other dead we didn't even know the count of yet. "And pray to the Moon Goddess to be forgiving enough to excuse this war and bloodshed and accept them in heaven."

They’re built out of loss. And if the world thought it had taken Aria Hale from me– It had only created something far more dangerous in her absence. I walked back toward the waiting car without looking behind me. The city lights shimmered in the distance. Mine. All of it. Built on ashes. Built for war. And if there was even the smallest chance that she had been taken instead of buried– Then one day, When the truth surfaced– The men responsible would pray for the mercy of fire. -------------------------------------

Rivers turned to ash. The war was no longer about spells or blades. It was a war of faith.

"How do you fight a war that’s already taken everything from you? How do you go on when you’re the one left standing in the ruins?" Ash’s gaze was unwavering, his eyes fierce with something that went beyond duty. “You go on because you have something worth fighting for. You fight for those who can’t fight anymore. For the future we can build, even in the rubble of everything we’ve lost.” Her heart ached at the sincerity in his words. There was something there—something buried deep inside him, a strength that wasn’t born from military training or the empire’s commands. It was something he had found within himself, something she thought she had lost long ago. Hope.

" She asked, her voice not pleasant. He had already made up his mind and finally confessed his feeling with a simple ' I like you' which was equal to saying an I love you. And this might have been his worse mistake. With the cafeteria filled with murmurs, the girl was even more furious as a grin escaped her lips. She looked up at Dane who he considered pathetic and without hesitation poured her tray of the meal all over his cloth. The scene was heavy and disappointing for Dane as the girl added " I don't like weaklings and jerks" she said turning snd taking her majestic leave. Dane was left, humiliated.

Fulmer truly loved you. Simon heard every word Eason said. Every word cut into Simon like a thousand tiny needles, leaving him breathless from the pain. Thinking back to the strange things Clover had said, Simon suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. So it turned out that his wife had once loved him so deeply. To protect his dignity and future, to spare him from pain, she had even borne the title of being infertile. Simon thought he deserved to die. How could he have pushed away a woman who had loved him so much?

“I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. It’s just...you know how our kind feels about humans. And to think that you, my mate, could betray me like this...it’s just too much to bear.” Adelia nodded, wiping away her tears. “I know, Russe. I know it’s hard for you to understand. But please, can’t you try? Can’t you try and see things from my perspective?” Russe hesitated, but then nodded slowly. He loved Adelia more than anything, and he didn’t want to lose her. He didn’t even mind fathering that hybrid child, only if you would stay with him. “Okay,” he said finally. “I’ll try. But you have to promise me one thing, Adelia. Promise me that you won’t see that human again.”

he countered. "And so does the Brotherhood." She touched arm. "But as of now, the Barinovs and the Brotherhood are on the same side. And with luck, maybe we'll get some other factions out there to see the light too. This shadow war that's existed for so long between humans, shifters, and the corruptions like werewolves and vampires? It all stems from a lack of communication. You know that." "Who knew my sister would end up being wiser than her big brother?" Damien chuckled, looking back at the ongoing party. "Or that my in-laws would be fire-breathing dragons?"

“I like that you’re hopeful but in your situation, it never will. You killed your brother when you were little and now you killed your mother, they’re never going to get past that” “Can you just stop talking and leave me alone”. Amayah said with anger laced in his voice. Deep inside him, he knows what the stranger was saying was true. It’s 15 years already and his parents and sibling never forgave him for killing his brother. They will as well never forgive him for killing his mother. They never got over his little brother's death so they will never get over his mother's death. Amayah knows all of this and also knew that if something bad were to happen to him, they wouldn’t care, that was ho

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.