Flame Art Ashes Of War Novels & Stories

All of them—ashes in the fire of this war. Outside, the fire still rages, and the ash continues to fall, blanketing the rooftop in gray. The end no one saw coming. The end of love. The end of war. And the end of them all.

RPOV Songs: WALLS by Kings of Leon, Retrograde by James Blake, Politik by Coldplay The last of the dying flames finally diminished and the forest returned back to it's darkened state. I could no longer sense any other Strigoi nearby and was satisfied that we had taken them all out. A few of the men tossed some dirt over the remains of the scorched bodies that Lord Ozera had taken care of for us. The sun would've been just as effective in the morning, but it also posed the risk of catching some of the trees on fire as well and we were all glad no to have to drag the bodies back with us.

Ash rose from the ground, curling around her wrists, her spine, her ribs like memory made manifest. “Then show me,” the god whispered. “Show me your flame.” Seren raised her hand. No inferno. No divine spark. Just memory. She whispered the names of the fallen. Hollowreach. Dustspire. The Ashborn. Sirelia. Elara. Let them see. Let them all see. And the flame came. Not to consume. But to illuminate. The shadows recoiled. The god blinked, once. And for the first time in a thousand years,

Wounded, bleeding, but standing. Lafar (to the last fleeing villagers): "GO! Do not look back!" He plants his palm against the earth, flame flaring through his veins into the soil. A white-hot dome bursts between him and Arion's horde, long enough to seal the escape. Arion (furious): "You'll burn for this." Lafar (smiling through blood): "Then let the fire remember me rightly." And the vision consumes itself in light. Truth in the Ashes

The flames blazed brighter, consuming the darkness until nothing remained but ashes. The battlefield fell silent, the echoes of the battle fading into the wind. Elysia stood amidst the smoldering remnants, her chest heaving and her body battered. The price of victory had been high, but the realm was safe once more.

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

I said, gesturing to the large roof-to-floor height window, “I built this great empire, I wouldn't mind burning everything and everyone with it to the ground if I'm not providing with the very last bloodline of my murder. I really regret letting someone who shouldn't be here stay. Everyone in the small peaceful family will pay for the deceitful love their foremother showed me. Through the window, they could all see their home burn. Yes, this revenge would thrust like a fresh sweet wine. Cheers to sweet reprisal. “Please master,” One amongst the high howlers who was brave enough spoke, “ Please I beg of you, show mercy on us, we know nothing of how badly our ancestors have treated you,” “That

She opened WhatsApp, scrolled through his group chats, and clicked into one with his friends. [Connor, it's almost Cathy's death anniversary. Let's do something big that day, really give Samantha a lesson she won't forget. Consider it a tribute to Cathy.] [Yeah. I've got an idea—let her relive that nightmare from three years ago. But we'll make it worse. When the fire starts, you swoop in and 'save' her again. She'll be even more obsessed with you. Then when she's madly in love, just dump her.]

“That was anticlimactic.” I whispered back, “Not everything needs to go boom boom like fireworks.” He looked like he was considering that. “I prefer fireworks.” came his conclusion. “I know.” I whispered. I wondered then if another episode of our office drama would be released soon.