From Ashes,i Rise Novels & Stories

“Sir, they are not even awake, and I am not hard” “It does not matter if they are awake or not” I growled as I got up and walked to the bathroom. “As for your other issue, this will help with that. You will be hard for hours” I chuckled as I handed him the pill. I grabbed him a bottle of beer “Now bottoms up bitch” Suddenly my windows started to shatter, Zac and I both threw ourselves on the ground until it stopped. “Fuck” I screamed “Go find out who the fuck that was” I ordered.

Each step felt lighter—the chains of her memories slowly disintegrating into the echoes of what once was. In that moment, Clara realized the ashes of her past were not an end but the foundation upon which she could build anew. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time, it was driven by her own choices, and she embraced that uncertainty with open arms. With every breath, she promised herself that she would rise from those ashes—stronger, wiser, and undeniably free.

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 heart of Ash Valley didn’t just burn—it dissolved, melting the air and scorching the very souls of those who dared stand within it. Ozone and sulfur clawed at Phoenix’s lungs, each inhalation a knife. She stood atop the jagged obsidian dais, three blackened scrolls vibrating violently in her hands, humming like predators circling unseen prey. Below, molten magma glowed with a brutal red, the ash above igniting into ember-like stars, falling as though the sky itself was bleeding.

Miranda returned with the same vigor and passion. "I can't do that." Anise gulped. Miranda released a short, one-syllable exasperated breath, while throwing her hands up in sign of her confusion mixed with incomprehensible aggravation. "I'm sorry, but you're the best thing that's happened to Asher since I died." Anise began. "You sure about that?" Miranda scoffed.

Asher had crashed into a building, bringing it down instantly. As he got up, he stared at the people in front of him and then he heard the voice in his mind. ‘Yes Asher, go on, kill them, kill them all. They killed her, they took her from you. Kill all of them, show them what you are made of.’ His eyes were pitch black and raising his hand, more buildings set ablaze. Screams of pain filled everywhere and although Edward tried to quench the fire, more buildings kept burning and with each passing second, countless wolves fell to their death.

“Let me help you, Rose.” “It wouldn't hurt, would it?” She asked with a shaky voice. “Have I ever hurt you?” I got no reply to that. “Okay…so how do you get in?” She asked instead. “Close your eyes and try to breathe evenly; you could do that, right?” “Y..yes, please Emmet hurried up. The only strength I've got is on my tongue, my body is closing up on me.” Just as she spoke, I turned into a thick cloud of ash. My eyes went into flames.

I feel my eyes close and darkness takes me. "Queen Ashley, WAKE UP!”

I open my eyes again, staring at the wreckage before me. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

In mere seconds, their gap had closed, and like how nightmares always ended, her body had been incinerated until all the was left was her ashes that had been blown in the horizon, forming, for the first time, words that made her cry. Until we meet again… ***