Fire And Ash Novels & Stories

“Not you.” I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. Cameras flashed as whispers exploded. Miranda made a choked sound and grabbed her purse. Zane never looked away from me. And just like that, in front of the entire room, he burned every bridge behind us and set the world on fire.

The clearing still smoldered, as if the forest itself hadn’t quite decided whether to breathe again. There was death as far as she could stare. And she was the one who took life out of this forest. Ash clung to the air in pale, ghostly swirls, rising from the charred earth around her like reluctant spirits. Freya pushed herself up with arms that trembled like wind-warped branches, the bark at her back still warm, too warm from the fire she’d unleashed. Her own fire. Untamed. Furious. Alive.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

However, the sports car engulfed in flames was one of only three in the entire world. One of them was a wedding anniversary gift that Logan had given to me. Logan’s finger hovered midair. He tapped on the news. His gaze locked onto the screen when the photo of the crash site loaded. A charred arm dangled from the stretcher, so badly burned that it was unrecognizable. Nearly everything had been reduced to ashes. The only thing that survived the flames was the distinctive platinum band on the ring finger. With his eyes widening, Logan jolted up from the sofa.

It echoed through the air, leaving a cloud of smoke hung in the air, and the smell of gunpowder lingered like a warning of the violence that had just occurred. I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I fell to the floor as I watched the lifeless body of Thomas who was crawling to survive a few minutes away on the floor. ASHER IS A MURDERER. ASHER IS A MONSTER. I was still trying to bear the pain of what just happened before my eyes when Asher turned around, and he started walking towards me. When he was far away from the lifeless body of Thomas in his pool of blood. Asher pressed a red button and the entire car caught fire with Thomas beside it, the red blazing hot flame consuming his already dead

Jessica said with increasing worry. “What did he do, Bryan?” Malachi asked him. “Blue fire,” Bryan said and looked down again as Jessica gasped. “What is blue fire?” Malachi asked as he looked over at Adara. She was lying next to me, whispering to me, crying as she did so. “It’s the strongest and darkest kind of death magic to use,” Jessica said with big eyes. She seemed suddenly afraid and that made Malachi worry even more. None of them, except Bryan, realized that I’d already suffered the consequences of killing with magic.

For once, Kira was grateful for a shitty work ethic. She couldn’t tell if they were gone yet, but the fire in her lungs from lack of oxygen forced her to act. Kira started to dig; the soil loose around her. It took effort to claw her way to freedom only because she was still healing from the bullet wound in her neck. Dizzy from lack of air and blood loss, she fought her way to the surface. When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt.

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.

"If he falls sick again, he might not be able to leave anymore. I coldly placed a plate of food in front of him, and he looked up at me in joy. "Are you finally forgiving me, Felicity?" I met his eyes with a cold gaze and said, "Get better soon so that you can leave this place." The light in his eyes faded away slowly when he heard that. Then, he really left the mountains the next morning. I thought he finally couldn't keep up the act anymore. However, he returned again the next day with a huge sack on a bison.

When the torch was handed to Asher, without any ceremony, he tossed the fire at the base of the pyre and it caught fire instantly. Flames roared to life, swallowing clothes and flesh alike. The heat pushed the crowd back but no one looked away. They were literally holding their hearts in their hands as they looked on in fear. The smell was thick and acrid. Standing behind her window, Aurora watched as the flames licked up the pyre and then let out a contended sigh By the time the fire died down, nothing remained but smoldering embers and gray ash. “Finally." Palmer exhaled while Asher just let out a relieved sigh. He has been wanting to do this for a while now.