Novel & Cerita From Ashes To Flames

Her eyes were glassy with tears, but the fire inside her had not gone out. She clenched her teeth and thought, 'Screw it. If I'm going down, I might as well take this bastard with me!' She opened her mouth again, going straight for his lips—hell, even his face if that was what it took. Andrew's brows furrowed, and his voice dropped low. "Enough. Or do you actually want to die?" Panting, her chest heaving, Aspen glared at him with hate burning in her eyes. "You hit me, humiliated me—what the hell do you think that is?! Either kill me now, or I swear I'll bite your damn face off!"

“Kate, you've witnessed it—what it feels like to give so much to someone and receive little to nothing in return. You've experienced first hand how destructive love could be. Why in the world would you want to suffer all of that again?” “You're right. I should know better.” I turned around and hurried to my chambers. *** ASHER'S POV I had been staring at the fireplace for longer than a normal person should. Now, I made my way to it. There was something beautiful and dangerous about the flames. They were only meant to be admired from a distance, close up, it became nothing more but…dangerous. I held out my hands to the fire, watching it burn my skin. Pain was two things to me; numbing and pow

Amerie growled and erected a wall of orange and yellow flame on either side of him, leaving only a small opening for her to step through. “I’m sick and tired of these lies. I don’t want to play these games anymore. I’m DONE!” The inferno surged around her and her forearms became engulfed in white flames. Embers swirled around her. She’d do it. She’d burn the world down to keep him from her friends. She’d burn the camp and force the Ancients out so she could face them. She’d light it all ablaze and let the flames take her, too. They’d taken enough as it was. Maybe it would burn through her pain and grant her sweet release from this hell.

Of course, Asher did not know how Caspian was tempered in the fire in the past seven days. The flame in the array map in Asher's hand was an ordinary fire. The Underworld's Demon Flame, which Caspian uses to enhance his body's resistance to fire, was a strange fire that was much stronger than that! The strange fire could not do anything to Caspian. If Asher burned Caspian with an ordinary fire, it was the same as the spring breeze blowing on his face.

“I don’t know how, but it’s back.” “Use it,” he urged, his voice filled with a renewed sense of hope. “You can turn the tide with it.” With a deep breath, I focused on the flames, letting them grow, feeling the power surge through me. I threw my hands out, and fire shot forward, consuming the enemies in its path. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the flames licking at the night sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

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.

Miranda drew in a shuddered breath, but she didn't answer. Asher wanted to rip his hair out. He was spiraling out of control. He wanted to tear this home apart, just to demonstrate the constant pain he felt burning through every cell in his being, every time he saw Miranda and failed to see the woman he once loved. His muscles physically burned, and Asher was ready to claw his own heart out just to make the pain stop. Asher wanted to burn the world down. He wanted blood. The ghost sensed the Alpha's anger anchor in her chest. She stared at him with a petrified gaze. She almost didn't recognize him.

THREE FLAMES, ONE GRAVE Arrival at Ashgrave A veil of volcanic ash rains gently as Xavier, Ceres, and Maera approach the ancient caldera known as Ashgrave. The landscape is scorched black and red, steaming in places. Jagged peaks encircle the bowl of the grave like broken teeth. Fire dances below the obsidian floor—alive, whispering. Maera (holding her hood against the heat): “Even the wind here burns with memory. This is where they laid the first Flamebloods. And where some say the flame itself first bled.”

“And I chose to fill it.” She screamed Ewen’s body convulsed The seal trembled But I didn’t flinch I lifted my hand And called the fire not as a weapon As a witness It flared bright, then dimmed And in its place stood her A form made of ash and light, wrapped in robes of shadow and regret The First Flame Or what was left of her Her face was half mine, half ruin “You think you’ve won?” she hissed. “You’ve only delayed the inevitable.” I stepped closer