Fire And Ash Novels & Stories

Shadows fell back, hissing as burned. Asher gasped, a tiny stinging sound, as the ropes bound to him began to smoke and burn away, writhing off into ash. Cyrus's eyes went wide for the first time since fire had begun here. "Impossible." "It's over," I said, and my voice had a depth not entirely my own. He snarled and shot a bolt of black fire in my direction. My body moved without thinking. My hands went up, a shield unfolding from my palms, so hard, so clean it swallowed the flame. Air hummed, then remained still.

Waiting at the centre—my trial. It isn’t a beast in any shape the mortal world would name. It gathers from smoke and memory, a convergence of antler and ash, of every hunt my people survived and the hunts that unmade us. Its eyes aren’t eyes at all, but deep wells where stars might drown. “Your bloodline is ash,” it tells me, voice lodging in the bones of my face. “And?” “Ash is nothing unless burned twice.” White fire blossoms behind it—not flame that eats the forest, but a wall that burns without consuming. I can smell it. It’s not wood. It’s hot iron, old law, names spoken for the last time.

Into an eight-year-old. Cove drops. Smoke pours from his nose. From his ears. His skin goes black. Veins gold. He looks at me. Tears real this time. “Hurts, Mother.” Then he screams. The black vines erupt. Not from the ground. From him. They shoot up. Through the fire. Through the smoke. And they grab Ash. She doesn’t scream. She laughs. “Brother’s hungry too!” Her hair catches. Real flame now. Not power. Her. She burns.

They freeze in their tracks. We exit. The air is already thick with fuel, glistening everywhere. I nod once at Charles. He flicks the lighter. Flame arcs. Fire blooms, immediate, consuming. As the men shout to each other to put out the fire, we move. The house roars behind us. We don’t look back. What we don’t know, as we disappear into the distance, Mr. S arrives. He stands in front of Emma, fires once. A single bullet… center of her skull. He doesn’t hesitate. Power doesn’t forgive failure. It erases it. Clean and final.

The ash burned my palm, but I didn't care. "You have to," he said, looking at me one last time with golden eyes that were slowly fading into gray. "For them. For us." The airships opened fire again. A rain of silver bullets chewed up the ground around us. Riven roared, his body exploding into a massive cloud of sentient ash. He flew into the sky, a dark storm hitting the first airship head-on. The metal groaned and snapped as the ash clogged its engines, sending the massive ship spiraling into the cliffs.

The wolf carrying the camera rushed over and pointed it where they indicated. The rain had washed the ashes into streaks of black running downhill from where the fire had taken place. It looked like some sort of ink or paint that had been lazily brushed across the dirt and gravel. With the ashes cleared the other contents of the fire became visible. Bones. Thousands of them. There were too many to sort out at first. The fire had clearly burned hot, but not hot enough.

He said and dismissed him. Ash walked slowly out of his office, cursing and muttering to himself. Fire! Fire!! A house was up in flames with two adults in it, the people outside could hear screams and yells but no one could save them, they couldn’t break through the barrier, the house was surrounded by mountain ash causing a barrier which wolves couldn’t break. Livey was walking towards her house with a cake in her hand when she saw her house up in flames, “Mom, Dad” she ran towards the house but was blown back by the blue force field surrounding the house,

He stumbled blindly, falling into Ash and Marie and sending them all to the floor. Ash groaned, hitting the ground first with the others on top of him, but as he tried to move away, Marie stopped him, shaking her head weakly. A ring of fire rose from the ground, surrounding the two Gods in a wall of sheer heat. Shu's breeze kindled the flames, their tongues reaching high into the air and hissing like angry cobras as they weaved and twisted.

Flashback; "Look at the fire Aishwarya. The fire roars, wind can make the fire bigger and can also extinguish it. But the fire isn't determined by the wind." "So what roars the fire mum?" End of Flashback: 'What roars the fire?' Ashwini thought and looking at Rohan's dead face, the answer came to her. It's the mind of the fire, the mind that fuels it. Ashwini could start to feel something and she saw the image of her mother smiling. Keeping Rohan head gently on the floor, she stands up to her feet and faces her sister. "First of all, I am not giving you any throne and secondly." Ashwini said and Amar started coughing out blood and soon he started coughing out his intestines. He fell down to

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.