Flame Ash Of War Novels & Stories

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

Not a sword. A single flame wrapped in a wolf’s howl. And beneath it, the words: We do not kneel. We burn together. From that day on, no soldier called her Ashwake alone. They called her: The Flamebound. And Kael… was her first spark.

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.

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.

With each contact of her fists, they were blazed into flames as their blood splattered like a fountain. Ashlyn has indeed pissed already. Still, she kept fighting and the entire woods were starting to be covered with flames which made the air around them become thicker. It made some of them have a hard time breathing. Another click from her tongue before she made a backflip to hit the incoming fallen rogue and her feet landed on the ground again, she charge over the fallen rogue’s head to behead it with her bare hand. She did not care if started to be covered with their blood she was pissed but at the same time, she had to turn that irritation into something calm but deadly. “Let’s turn the

Chapter 17: The sky over Pyrelight bled fire. Not the symbolic kind—the warm glow of justice, rebellion, or hope. This was flame that burned. It swallowed rooftops, set banners ablaze, and carved the city’s memory into cinders. Ash drifted like snow through the broken air. Smoke clung to the bones of buildings, and beneath it all, the war Eden had fought so hard to prevent had finally begun. Cassian stood beside her on the rooftop of the Council Hall, silent.

In the winter’s day, it’s as cold as ice right?..... The cold experienced during the winter is often not foretold. When the sun is directly overhead the equator or tropic of cancers or capricorn, whichever one, also when the north wind meets the sea. At their meeting, a catastrophic conjugation of misplaced ego as per which would persist. The esteemed purpose of their existence deflected and the unalloyed confliction stages. As this staging is going on, some part of the earth suffer it the most. A solidification of essence and prostitution of non conserved weather. That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas.