From Ashes To Power Novels & Stories

Later, when the fire burned lower and conversations dulled, Asher found me near the edge of the clearing. “You didn’t undermine me,” he said quietly. “I won’t,” I replied. “I’m not interested in your crown.” He studied my face, searching for something. “You say that now.” “I say it because it’s true.” A beat passed. “Power doesn’t stay neutral forever,” he said. “It attracts conflict. Expectation. Loyalty.” “And resentment,” I added. “Yes.” I crossed my arms. “Then tell me what you want from me.” That stopped him.

“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.

I was staring at my very own redemption in a vial. The dose would not only cure Asher, but will strip him of his powers, leaving him no more than a commoner. The true definition of power wasn’t in strength, no, it was in one’s ability to create a problem, and then create a solution in high demand. This was exactly what I'd successfully achieved.

Darius thundered looking at the piles of ashes. "Let's give him back what he gave us" Lucifer and Lucian stood on either side of Darius. Thea, Amber, and Ophelia joined them and stood beside them looking at the ashes grimly. Max is flying above them surveying the scene in front of them. Once green land is now looking like ashes and death. Thea must have thought the same because she raised her palm and commands the earth to take the ashes in. Soon earth opened and pulled the ashes inside before closing again.

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

CHAPTER 41 _______________ TYR POV I can't rest now that we are under the power of Asher the power of illusion. It drowned us in a lava, our bodies were on fire but we didn't think about it yet we were dying because we already knew it wasn't real. "We still feel pain that we don't understand even if it's just an illusion." I shouted as I forced myself to swim in this lava where Psyche above was looking at us. he tries to escape, she makes a way to break the chain that binds her old body.

"Two hundred years ago, a lycan of royal descent and a cat shifter were mated. The Lycans were not happy as they wanted the royal line to remain fresh. The cat shifter named Diana had a witch father. It was said that he sought power over many supernatural beings and was most delighted with the mate bond between his daughter and the Lycan, but unfortunately, war broke out between the two species, and Diana was killed. Her father was so vengeful that he swore revenge on all the Lycans and he promised to bring his daughter who, like him, was blinded by power, back to life, more dreadful and powerful. The poor Lycan, maddened by grief over the loss of his mate, committed suicide and joined her i

I placed my trembling hand on his chest but felt nothing. "No…" I choked out. "You can't be dead... You cannot leave me!" I shouted as tears scorched my cheeks. I placed both hands on his wound, desperately hoping for a miracle. I needed a miracle… God damn it, I deserved one! I closed my eyes and instantly felt a new fire rising inside me. I could sense it with every fiber of my being. I could taste it with every nerve within me. It resonated through me. It demanded to be used. I knew what it was… It was the true power of Nephilim raging inside me. I called it out, and now it filled my hands as I touched Ash. It was there, right beneath my skin, ready to act like it was supposed to.

The world smelled of smoke and death. I pushed myself up, my hands sinking into the crumbling earth, fingers brushing embers that still glowed faintly. My chest heaved as I sucked in air, each breath tasting of ash and fire. Fuck, everything hurt, my bones, my muscles, even my soul if there is such a thing. This was the price of rebirth. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. How many times have I done this now? Ten? Twenty? More? It didn’t matter. The pain never changed, and neither did the emptiness that followed.

Yoel had already planned to get rid of his companies and assets slowly, and the person receiving them was me. I had already learned about all the things that had happened recently. For example, after I fainted, Yoel exposed the painting Rosa had stolen, and it destroyed her reputation. He didn't take back the art gallery and all the paintings and jewelry he had given to her. Instead, he burned everything to the ground. As the flames burned, he said with a smile, "You've messed with a devil, Rosa. No one else will donate their kidneys to you now, so you should just wait for your death in pain. You're the one who has fallen from grace."