Final Space Ash Graven Novels & Stories

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.

A small flame flickered weakly in her palm. Then— It faded. The wind passed over her, gentle, almost grateful. She had bought them time. She had held the line. She had died with fire in her heart. **** POV: Asher Nightshade. The SUV’s tires crunched over gravel as **Asher** pulled into the fortified gate. Concrete walls rose high, lined with security cameras and motion sensors. The old woods surrounded the facility, masking its presence from the outside world.

The thought of the impending end weighed heavily on his mind, but he refused to let it overshadow the present. Gazing at Blair's peaceful expression, Ashier felt a surge of determination to make these final days filled with love, happiness, and cherished memories. He vowed to be her rock, to shield her from any worries or sadness that threatened to dampen their time together. With every touch, every whispered word, he sought to convey his unwavering devotion and gratitude.

Chapter 78: Ashes and Ascension Dawn painted the sky in muted shades of gold and gray, casting a solemn glow over the ruined docks. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the sea. The battle was over, but the weight of it lingered. Bodies lay motionless across the cracked concrete, a stark reminder of the price we had paid.

He whispers and I shake my head. Griffon scoffs, “You couldn’t have known anything, because it’s not true. I watched them die. I watched as their bodies evaporate into thin air. They’re dead and I’m done discussing this. I want you gone. I want you out of my pack and I want you too never…” He pauses to look directly in my eyes, “Never come back, Aspen.” He growls before storming off in the opposite direction from his house and to the woods.

Instead, I was glad I married someone so loyal. But then, another deathday came. I saw a photo of him kissing the supposedly dead Yvonne in Lutecia when I went through his phone. I went to the cemetery, my phone in hand showing the photo. I was shivering as I demanded answers. He snatched the phone away and looked at me icily. "Are you mad, Wisteria? She's already long dead, and you're trying to sully her name with this?" I looked at the photo on the headstone. She looked a bit like me, and I laughed until tears streamed down my cheeks. "Yeah, she's dead. So, tell me, how'd a dead woman spend 150 grand on the card my dad gave you?"

I was stupid to think he liked me this whole time. “Yes, they are all Grants men” Zac confirmed. Phillip started screaming so I glanced over to see that Grace was carving something into this chest. I was intrigued so walked closer so I could read it. PIG was now carved on his chest in big letters. “I am not a big swearer” She giggled. “No, it suits him” I smirked as I put my cigarette out on his nipple. “Want one?” I asked as I lit another taking a deep drag.

The way he looked at it, no one would have guessed it held the ashes of his own flesh and blood. The next very second, he lifted the urn. Without the slightest hesitation, he poured every last bit of his son's ashes into the rainwater drain outside the church.