From Ashes To Power Novels & Stories

Like something that doesn’t want to forget being open. “ELORA!” Ruby yells. “I’ve got it!” I choke. The creature thrashes, its body unraveling as the breach narrows. YOU CANNOT CLOSE WHAT YOU ARE, it screeches. “Watch me,” I snarl. The silver surges—not outward this time, but in. Wrapping the tear, stitching it together with something that feels like choice made solid. The creature screams one last time,and collapses into ash. The tear snaps shut. Silence crashes down.

The discarded pile consisted entirely of matching items I'd bought after getting together with Cole. One of the maids, Laura Brown, glanced at the pile headed for the trash. "Ms. Cavendish, are you really sure you want to throw all of this away?" I nodded. "Yeah. It's all stuff I don't want anymore." "What do you not want?" Cole's voice came from the doorway. I answered evenly, "Just some old things. There's no point keeping them here." "Makes sense. Out with the old, in with the new. When we get engaged, we'll be buying plenty of new things any—"

killed me? Fuck this. I cannot allow myself to sit here and spiral into a dark hole of self pity. I sit up and swing my legs over the bed in one swoop. I pad over to my wardrobe and grab my running gear that I was so graciously gifted to me from this shit ass school. A black sports bra with matching black leggings. Simple, yet effective.

The expression of someone who has been carrying the answer to a specific question for a very long time and has been waiting for the right person to ask it correctly. She said: ‘It is not power. Your instinct was right. Then what is it? She said: ‘The original gift always had two functions. The ability to heal what could be healed. And the ability to absorb what could not be healed to take the terminal from someone and carry it instead of them. Asha could do both. She chose, in the Between, to do the second. Every unfixable thing she encountered across two centuries she took it from the people or the places or the forces that were carrying it, and she held it herself.’

Elise rubbed Logan’s chest. “Don’t be mad, Logan. She doesn’t want to come out of hiding, so we should just go ahead and cremate her father. “Since she refuses to show up, let’s make sure she doesn’t get a chance to see him again.” Logan shifted his attention back to Charles’ body. It took a while before he said, “Alright.” I smiled cynically. It turned out that resentment could run deep. As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page.

Kaelen never looked back. I stood in the doorway, watching them walk to the elevator. In the garage, Kaelen opened the passenger door for Seraphina. As she got in, she deliberately rolled down the window. She took out that damned memory crystal. "Want to see it again?" she yelled at me. The crystal activated, and the humiliating images were projected onto the car window again—me, thirteen years ago, bound in silver chains, covered in blood, sobbing in despair... And this time, Kaelen sat in the driver's seat and watched it all without stopping her.

“It’s never the same from one to the next. And the fewer of us live, the more powerful. We were already almost gone by the time I came around. But you and I are here, and we may never find another. That means you will surpass me, born into a generation I can never hope to match, but that also means you’re the only one who can bring back the balance we used to have. Whatever you saw, whatever your mind showed you, you were meant to see so you could understand yourself and the power that resides inside you. What you have to do is understand it.” Every part of Anzi rebelled. Why wasn’t she paying attention! She knew what she had seen, and if only she would listen! “I see you won’t believe me,”

she reminds me. “Aww, I love you too and I’m texting it now. See you soon Ava” I say as I drop the call and went in the shower. **** Asher’s POV. The dimly lit, rustic meeting hall was abuzz with the murmurs of the pack members, their faces illuminated only by the flickering flames of the fireplace. My eyes burning with intensity, I’m standing at the forefront of the gathering, my powerful presence commanding attention. "To the east, the power plant lies in ruins," I began, my deep voice weaving a spell of gravity. "The explosion has released toxic chemicals into the air, threatening the very fabric of our ecosystem." I added as I rose from my seat.

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.