From Ashes To Flames Novels & Stories

“Ashen is a name. Not a fire.” I clenched my fists. “I don’t need fire to be me.” The flames roared. “Then why do you burn?” My heart jumped. “Because you’re part of me.” Ateron tilted his head, flames bending with him. “Part. But not whole.” “No,” I said. “I’m the whole. You’re a piece.” The flames surged— not attacking— reacting. Grayson shouted, “ASHEN, DO NOT STEP BACK!” I didn’t.

He grabbed Flame's balls and squeezed it with so much force that Flame felt they'd pop any moment. "Ahh! I'll talk! I'll talk! She's in… she's in–" "Lead me to her." Asher didn't let him finish. He could see Flame was writhing in pain and he has no idea what his woman was going through right now. A minute wasted might take her life. Flame led the way with his one eye pumping out blood and his knees joined like he was securing his balls. Along the passage were tens of corpses sprawled out on the floor. With his one eye, Flame could see the dead bodies of his men: more than thirty of them. He suddenly grew curious about Asher's identity.

I shout Flames and water erupt everywhere. The water shooting to the vines. The fire staying in the middle, swiring together all of us concentrating on making it as hot as possible. "Everyone get out of the way now." when Asher, Arizer, Annabelle and all the other witches are in the clear. Me and the fire witches throw the flames towards them. Hearing the noises come from these creatures that are hit with the flames is horrible, but then I think of everything they have done and it spurs me on. I use all the strength I have to push is harder, hotter and faster.

Chapter 56 – The Gate of Ashes The world split open in fire. Seraphine stumbled forward as the current of the last gate spat them out into a realm of blistering heat and searing light. Her lungs heaved, each breath dragging smoke instead of water. The air itself seemed alive, trembling with flame. Above, the sky was no sky at all but a dome of roiling ash, streaked through with rivers of fire that cascaded like molten veins. The Gate of Ashes.

She clung to him, chasing him everywhere, even making up nonsense about having tan-skinned ancestry to explain the child's appearance. So, one kept running while the other kept chasing. Benedict was so stressed that he couldn't sleep properly. During a fire rescue, his exhaustion got the better of him—he lost focus and was crushed by falling debris. He survived, but his back was badly burned, and one of his legs was shattered. A stroke of bad luck, yet somehow he was still lucky to be alive. I sighed. It wasn't like I could gloat over something this serious. But who could say this wasn't karma?

The rest of the group follows as we make our way closer to the fire. She reaches for an a piece of ember bark that sits in a bowl near the fire. Lyra takes a deep breath, and throws the ember bark into the fire. "I'm afraid I will never be enough." she says so softly I almost don't hear her. The ember bark burns so brightly I have to look away. My gaze collides with Callan who has a blonde sitting comfortably on his lap. Something ugly burns in my stomach. I force myself to look away, and direct my attention back to the fire. My thoughts begin to spin as I try to settle on what fear I'm going to give up.

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li

“Not you.” I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. Cameras flashed as whispers exploded. Miranda made a choked sound and grabbed her purse. Zane never looked away from me. And just like that, in front of the entire room, he burned every bridge behind us and set the world on fire.

“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.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"