Fire And Ash Novels & Stories

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

Facing the camera, I spoke calmly, “No one loves me anymore, and I don’t have the courage to go on living. Fine. You can all just think of me as weak, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure to record everything. Even if I die, I won’t let them get away with it.” In the video, I crouched by the shore of Exile Island, holding a sharpened piece of bamboo. Again and again, I struck it against a rock. My hands soon became a bloody mess, but I felt nothing. It was as if I had gone completely numb. Someone in the audience cried out, “What is Jacob doing, sharpening bamboo like that? He’s not thinking of ending it, is he?” “After everything he’s been through, it wouldn’t be surprising…”

Kei Fire. My home is on fire. Flames tear through rooftops like starving beasts finally unleashed. Timber cracks. Sparks explode into the night sky. Smoke rolls thick and black, swallowing the stars above Ashen Vale. Ashen Vale. The name tastes bitter now. Every structure I rebuilt with my own hands. Every wall reinforced. Every patrol route redrawn. Every training ground carved from stubborn earth. Burning. Wolves shout over one another. Some are half-shifted—claws out, fangs bared, fur bristling through skin as instinct battles discipline. The air reeks of smoke, blood, and panic.

A loud howl of pain emitted from Vane’s fiery lung as Asher threw his arm away like it was a piece of trash. Vane burst into a big ball of flames and smoke filled the air.

The terrified soldiers wondered where it ended as they could no longer find the top of it. “Oh goodness…” Myan gasped where she remained in hiding. “There is no way you would…” Ash was terrified for the people that would be affected but he was trying his best to conceal this fear. The fire soldiers realized by now what he was going to do and knew there was no way to fight this. Cowardly, they took to their heels and left the scene. Ash saw that there was no going back and took a mighty jump as soon as Frost released the water whirl. It rushed down with a mighty pressure.

Just as I thought I had lost any hope, Zion's voice fills my ears. “Elysia! Fuck are you still in there?” His panicked voice gave me a sliver of hope. “Zion, get us out of here! Help me!” I yell, my voice breaking as the smoke fills up my nostrils and mouth. I cough loudly. “Hold on! I'll do something!” Zion shouts. I use the edge of my blouse, fist it and cover Ian's face. His cries only get louder. “Elysia, move away from the door!” Zion instructs, and I scoot away, despite the scary flames of fire surrounding us. Unbearable heat sweeps up on my back but I tolerate it.

Then let me show you what it means when soulfire devours the world, when death itself is a mercy. His menacing voice came from all directions toward Andrew. Streams of black flames began to whip through the air. They spread and flickered like living shadows, proof that Alistair's speed had already reached ghostly levels.

This fire then resulted in a stirring in Miranda's chest which heaved up and down with every breath she performed. Asher was looking down at Miranda, his breath brushing over any exposed skin of her neck and chest. Her scent once again rushed through his lungs, making the wolf intoxicated and slightly aroused. His skin exploded with goosebumps, while his palm heated with a passionate burn against the human's skin. This heat caused an instinctive growl to rouse through Asher's chest, and the sound is what brought Miranda back to reality. She suddenly started grunting while struggling against Asher's hold.

Planes flew overhead, dropping red smoke to combat the black rising from the forest. Trees went up, burning like torches, lighting the sky. Thick black smoke rose, cutting into the morning's blue sky like an evil sword, the sky losing ground to the murky haze. The flames screamed and grew larger, trying to reach the sun. Ash fell from the sky like gray rain, settling like soft snow on the burnt ground. ***

I crawl back towards my mother, and pull her behind me to the door. By this point, the flames are so high and ferocious, that finding air seems to be a lost cause. The only chance I have, is making it to the bunker. Another crash, and the ceiling above begins to rain down on us. I cover my mom, shielding her from the debris, using my body. I can feel flames flicker over my back, and I scream out in pain. I don't move until I no longer hear debris falling. I reach for the handle, and drag my mother in the last few steps. Closing the door behind us. I lay on the ground, and roll as much as I can to smother the flames that have gathered on my back.