From Ashes To Flames Novels & Stories

Just as I thought I had lost any hope, Zion's voice fills my ears. “Elysia! Fuck are you still in there?” His panicked voice gave me a sliver of hope. “Zion, get us out of here! Help me!” I yell, my voice breaking as the smoke fills up my nostrils and mouth. I cough loudly. “Hold on! I'll do something!” Zion shouts. I use the edge of my blouse, fist it and cover Ian's face. His cries only get louder. “Elysia, move away from the door!” Zion instructs, and I scoot away, despite the scary flames of fire surrounding us. Unbearable heat sweeps up on my back but I tolerate it.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.

“Romance does not exist in your world. It never has. You’re a monster… just like me.” I say nothing. “The only other person who understood that was your late wife, Sabrina,” he continues. “And she realized it too late.” The word stays in my head. The room fades without warning. Heat replaces air. Flames. Sabrina’s voice, strained and breaking. “Damien… I loved you… we have two children…” The fire rises higher, swallowing her voice piece by piece. Until there is nothing left but the sound of it consuming everything.

I struck a match, and the flame hissed to life, small and trembling. Maya stood silently behind me, watching as I touched the fire to the edge of the paper. The words blackened first, curling inward as if trying to resist their destruction, but soon the entire letter was consumed. I held it steady until nothing but ashes remained, falling into the sink in a soft collapse. I turned off the tap, letting a thin stream of water wash the ashes down the drain. My reflection in the window above the sink was a blur of anger and exhaustion, a man stretched between fury and devotion.

"Here, even pregnant women were assassinated and the horrifying scene was too much for him to bear." "The air was filled with the stench of blood, making it hard to breathe." "Suddenly, someone gave out an order to set the corpses on fire, and soon, the bodies were ignited as the flames swallowed them." "Then, the unpleasant smell of burning filled his nostrils." "He wanted to do something, but he knew that he couldn't do anything. He could only watch helplessly as the corpses turned into ashes slowly. Just then, a gust of wind blew and it sent the ashes flying as they slowly float towards the sky. It was as if the ashes were vengeful spirits and they were growling and crying in his ear, cau

With no hesitation or doubt, she walks right up to Vergelio, flicks the Zippo, and lights the only ear he has remaining on fire. Vergelio’s tortured screams come crumbling around us, and as much as I should enjoy the painful death of the fuckin’ monster, my eyes can only focus on Ashley. My beautiful girl. The flames illuminate her face, making her appear like a phoenix as she walks away from a writhing Vergelio. He’s bound and completely helpless. All he can do is cry in torment. I open my arms to her, and she walks straight into them as we watch Vergelio thrash and scream until the only thing that remains is a charred corpse, the smell of burning flesh, and the sound of silence.

“And now?” Seryna met her gaze. “Now I think I was sent… so you wouldn’t have to carry the fire alone.” Cassia blinked fast, tears threatening. “I’m glad you came.” “So am I.” And for the first time, the twin flame didn’t burn, it simply glowed. Elsewhere, In the Waking Ashes The Flamefather stood in a broken temple of bone and ruin. He gazed into the fire-scrying pool, watching Cassia speak before her council.

You are mine. Light bursts behind my eyelids — white, blinding, endless. I fall. Or rise. Or both. When the flames fade, they find nothing but ash and shattered bindings. The pyre still smolders, but the body is gone. Lucia’s triumphant expression shatters. Damien stumbles forward, eyes wide, searching the ashes as if his mind refuses to accept what he’s seen. My father’s face drains of color. “She’s been burnt to ashes,” someone breathes.

The whole place was burning, and the tears in my eyes vanished as soon as they hit the air. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming for help. I didn't owe Caleb anything anymore—not in this lifetime. He left with Brianna. I quickly covered my mouth and nose, struggling to hoist Phyllis onto my back. It took everything I had, and my stomach twisted with pain as I tried to keep myself from collapsing. Caleb's child was inside me, and his mother was on my back. I stood there, surrounded by flames, hearing their voices echo in the distance.

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.