Flame Ash Of War Novels & Stories

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.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

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 world spun, and then I was no longer standing on the ramparts—I was standing in Ashara’s ruin. Stone towers burned around me, their walls collapsing into ash that floated like snow across a blood-red sky. A woman stood in the heart of the fire, her silver eyes wild, her hair streaked with soot and flame. She raised her hands to the heavens, and the earth cracked at her feet, screaming beneath her power. Ashara. Her presence blazed through me, not as a ghost but as memory alive, and the shard forced me to watch.

This wasn't even close to enough payback. He sat down again. But his thoughts drifted to three years back, the day of the fire. He had charged into the flames, pulled a trembling, tear-streaked girl from a blackened corner. Everyone she loved had died that day in the fire. From then on, he became the only light in her life. And she never knew it was him who brought on the darkness. His brow furrowed. It had always been him. Every single nightmare had been his doing. He couldn't take it anymore. Without another word, he threw open the car door and ran.

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.

NATHAN'S POV The battle was over, but the aftermath had its own weight. And yet, in the stillness that followed, I felt something I hadn’t in years – peace. Ash drifted from the final bonfires, where we burned the remnants of what the old regime had left behind – spying scrolls, corrupted records, tainted silver weapons. The scent was harsh, but cleansing. A new beginning forged in flame.