Flame Ash Of War Novels & Stories

Mercury had fully recovered and was sent back to the Marshalls. She also came back with a new eyes aid. I was so happy she was alive and kicking. That night, we both took some natural flowers from the garden and a whiskey Asher had been saving up for dry days. Yuvonne came with us too as we set out for the war grave where the soldiers that passed on at the field were laid to rest. We took our torches and set out as we sang Asher's favorite song, Ballad of the green beret on our way. Reaching the war grave,

“She’s using me to summon *it.*” “What is *it*?” Kael asked, already drawing his blade. “The First Flame,” Ashara said. “The one that burned the gods. The one even time fears.” Suddenly, the thirteen cloaked figures raised their arms and began chanting louder. The ash ring blazed. The mirror screamed. Kael lunged. The battle erupted. Callen and Lyra engaged the cloaked figures. Aria stayed close to the children, her daggers flashing in the dim light. Kael reached the Prophetess, and their blades clashed with a deafening shockwave.

IVY'S POV The air crackled like it was alive, every breath tasting of ash and iron. I could barely hear myself think through the screams, the clash of steel, the growl of wolves tearing through the front lines. The valley was burning, fire licking across stone and soil like the earth itself had turned against us. “Hold the left flank!” Gemma shouted over the noise, her blade flashing silver. Kara darted past her, deflecting a strike meant for Asher and shoving him back toward the defensive line.

I repeated, my voice barely audible. Rayna nodded, the flames in her hands dancing like malevolent spirits. “Now, Asher,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. “Now, because of your selfishness, because of your blind love, the world will be at war. A bloody, devastating war. And you, Asher, are the one who started it.”

"Even the way you smell, sweet and wild like Fire Hill flowers." "Fire Hill flowers?" she said in a haze. His clothes were still warm from the fire, and even his skin was hot to the touch. "The wildflowers from my home. The Fire Hills of Russia. They are soft and sweet, not too much, just" He kissed behind her ear. "Right." She blushed, unable to stop smiling. "I smell like wildflowers?" He made a deep-throated purr against the column of her throat, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. "And your taste," he continued in a husky whisper as he kissed her again.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

Andrew said evenly, "If you can quit acting slutty, I might consider sparing you a slap." Cordelia's face darkened, and she did not dare continue. Eric had already beaten her so badly before that the shadow of it lingered in her mind. Once again, Andrew pressed his hand against the seal on her back. The burning sting hit him instantly. The Flamebinding carried a fiery force similar to his Inferno Strike, but there was a difference. His Inferno Strike was pure, explosive heat, while the Flamebinding was fire mixed with poison, heat laced with venom.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.