Novelas y relatos de Fire And Ash

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

"But Cruz is in there, Ash too, what do we do?" I turned to look at the building again. The heat radiating from the building was a palpable wave, the entire second floor was now a roaring furnace. Every window was gone, replaced by thick, churning columns of black and grey smoke interwoven with searing orange-red flame. The sound was a continuous, deafening roar. A figure ran out through the door swiftly and I ran over to him. It was Cruz. "Where's Ash?" I raised my brows. "Over here." Ash responded, walking out of the fire as well.

Asher gritted his teeth giving his everything as the next a small flame flickered. Weak, but alive. Yes, finally…I glanced at the darkness again. “They are close!” “Get back,” he instructed me. I quickly took a few steps back as a pair of red eyes rushed from the darkness towards us. Asher hurled the lit guano toward the dampest, filthiest part of the cave. The fire didn’t just catch—it exploded in a sudden burst of orange and black, racing across the walls with a hiss like boiling oil. The ammonia-infused floor lit up in a wave of fire, snaking toward the cave’s entrance.

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

The fire had burned low, its flames shrinking to glowing embers that pulsed like a heartbeat in the dark. The clearing smelled of smoke, blood, and the cold dampness of the retreating mist. No one spoke at first. They were all listening—to the silence, to the echo of the Exile’s scream still lingering in their bones.

Her mouths was wide open as she watched the video of their warehouse on fire and fire fighters trying their best to put it out. "Dad what happened? Why the warehouse suddenly caught fire? " She asked. "I don't know, the manger just sent me video , all the goods are gone nothing survived the fire " Mr Kingsley said and Mrs Kingsley eyes widened. "What?!! All the goods are gone!!! The goods you just restocked days ago have all burned down with warehouse?!!! " Mrs Kingsley yelled and her husband glared angrily at her , he was visibly annoyed with her. "Get out of my way! I have to go and see for myself! " He yelled angrily and pushed her away rushing out of the house.

My hands trembled as I reached out—not for the shard, but for clarity, for something that could anchor me in the storm. Ashara’s golden eyes softened, almost pitying. “You cannot escape me, child. You are the continuation of what I began, the vessel through which my fire lives again. Deny it, and you will be ash. Accept it, and you will be me.” Her words dripped like molten iron, branding themselves across my soul. The fire twisted, coiling tighter, until every beat of my heart echoed with hers.

And the dream began to collapse. Stone fractured. Fire curled upward. The bones of the sanctum groaned. Victor vanished in a torrent of ash. Emilia turned to Asher, her body trembling. He caught her. And the stronghold burned. The fire cracked like bone splitting, each roar from the collapsing beams echoing like war drums across the mountainside. Embers soared into the air like burning moths. Emilia stood still amid the smoke, her eyes not glowing—but hollow, rimmed in the ash of what she’d become. Ashes clung to her cheeks, mingling with blood, with sweat, with the ghost of everything she’d nearly lost.

Connor said hesitantly, "I just got an email. Someone claims to have a lead about the fire three years ago. They want us to go to the site." "Let's go." Samantha didn't hesitate. "Alright," he nodded. "I'll have the driver get the car." He took her hand, holding it tightly. Her fingers were ice-cold today. His palms were warm, yet no matter how tightly he held her, they never warmed up. The site of the fire had long since become a ruin—an abandoned building, still bearing the blackened marks of smoke on its walls. Inside, it was choked with dust.

That memory twisted something deep inside his chest. "I’m sorry, June," he murmured aloud, barely audible over the soft pop of the dying fire. He slid the folder out, his fingers tightening on the edges as if reluctant to let it leave his possession. "I wish I could stop now… but it’s beyond me. I can’t undo this without destroying us both."