From Ashes,i Rise Novels & Stories

“Perhaps the ashes have borne fruit after all.” But Justina knew the battle was far from over. The ashes held more than remnants of destruction they held the possibility of rebirth, reclamation,and power. And she intended to rise from them, stronger than ever, unbroken, untouchable. Carson’s hand found hers once more, a tether against the chaos. “We survive this,” he said firmly. “We rise from the ashes together.” Justina’s gaze met his, fierce and unwavering. “Together,” she confirmed, every ounce of fear transmuted into determination.

The sender was anonymous. I guessed it was probably a former colleague still bitter about Trehill, or someone wanting to see Daniel humiliated. I stared at the photo for a few seconds. There was no satisfaction or pity, only a near-calm indifference. The mountain that once crushed me had long since eroded into a heap of dust by the roadside, unnoticed. And I had crossed that mountain, now seeing a wider world beyond. I hit delete and blocked the number. Some images aren’t worth keeping, just like how some people didn’t deserve space in memory.

Chapter Thirteen – Ashes on the Road The road stretched endless beneath a bruised sky, dust curling into the air with each faltering step. Adrian’s boots ground against gravel and ash, dragging over ruins that had once been villages, homes, lives. Pain radiated from his ribs, the bullet graze still raw beneath the filthy bandages he had wrapped himself in. Every inhale flared like fire through his lungs.

My biggest enemy whom no one could defeated in long years reduced to ashes in just a few moments. The flames retrieve themselves once Adrian was nothing but a heap of ashes. Everything is finished. Adrian is dead. I blink my eyes to adjust my vision again to confirm if it wasn't my hallucination.Yes,he is finally dead and my people are now free from his exploitation.My lungs are deprived from air and my vision is blurry due to the mist as an aftermath of a supernatural show.I can feel something stirr inside me.Something that had been asleep till now suddenly woke up.My breath become unsteady as I kneel on the edge of the circle to see the dark grey ashes adoring the white sand.

She argued with him, “You mentioned ashes.” “Ashes aren’t the end; phoenixes are born out of ashes.” Dev quick-witted her inferior mind to boost up. Akshara wondered at his words and felt touched with high motivation. So, she spoke her mind, “I used to think always inferior of me comparing me to dust and ashes. But after your appearance in my life, you changed my perspective towards me and my life.” She continued, “I see myself as dust, you see me as a diamond from dust. I see myself as ashes, you see me like a phoenix from those ashes. You always see the best in me.”

She finds herself in a moral bind concerning forgiveness, retaliation, and the brittleness of trust. Zara and Kael must destroy the weapon in a final, adrenaline-pumping battle before it ends up in the wrong hands. However, Kael gives up his claim to authority in the process, preferring anonymity to a throne that would bind him to the past indefinitely. After the adventure and the love she discovered amidst the ashes of a broken world, Zara returns to the barren ruins irrevocably altered. In a backdrop of destruction, Echoes in the Ashes narrates a story of love, survival, and redemption. It examines the effects of authority, the difficulties of forgiving, and the belief that love may illumi

“It suits you. Maybe that was your name ! You don’t like it?” I hesitated, staring at the blackened wood I would just pull from the hearth. “I don’t know,” I muttered. “Maybe. Maybe it fits because I feel like something burned down… and all that is left is smoke.” She looked up then, really looked at me. “Sometimes,” she said gently, “ashes are what we rise from.” The words stayed with me long after she left the room. But no name…Ash, Paul, or any other…could fill the void inside me. My head was still a mess of fragments. Whispers in the dark. Screams. A girl crying out. A hand reaching for mine before the fall.

“But this time… I’m the one with the knife.” She folded the report shut and placed it neatly in her drawer, locking it with a quiet click. Then she walked toward the window and pulled back the curtain. The city was alive beneath her, glittering like a thousand fragile lies. She was done being haunted. She wasn’t going to fall again. She would burn him slowly, elegantly, methodically until he had nothing left but regrets and the ruins of a kingdom he thought he built alone. And this time… She wouldn’t stop until the ashes bore her name.

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

The maid said while Celeste glared at her. "You must have heard wrong , the boss woman is taking a shower upstairs and is perfectly fine now get lost " She said. "I still have to check the backyard I swear I heard someone screaming for help......." "If you don't want to lose your job , I suggest you shut up and get lost " Celeste said. Meanwhile at the backyard Ivy's hands had lost their strength and she was now sinking deep into the pool. She could feel death calling her name as she sank deep into the pool and no one came to save her.