From Ashes To Power Novels & Stories

Something deliberate. I leaned forward. “And the general?” The soldier trembled. “Ashes , Your Majesty.” A hush swept the hall. Burned wasn’t unusual. But he didn’t stop there. “And his ashes… were taken.” The hall’s silence transformed into shock. Even I felt my body go still. Ashes taken? Wolves do not touch vampire ashes. They hate us, yes. They kill us when they can—yes. But they leave the ashes untouched. Because they know what vampire ashes mean. They only move ashes when they're trying to cover up the scene for the pathetic humans.

The one I had prayed so hard would end with me but my pup had inherited it. Ignoring the plates aimed at me, I dodged them and ran to my son. Falling to my knees, I pulled him into my arms and let Storm howl a deep, commanding cry that cut through the chaos. Silence. The plates stopped mid-air, suspended. But he was still in a trance. Then Storm howled again, softer this time. Slowly, Ash's eyes changed from red to brown. The suspended dishes all crashed to the ground. "Papa..." he muttered, before collapsing in my arms. His body was burning it seemed his first powers had taken so much from him. He needed to be attended to.

Kaine lifted both hands slowly, palms open, as if surrendering to a weapon he already knew could destroy him. At the far end of the corridor, Ashar dropped to one knee. Fire erupted around him, not from damage, but from memory tearing through flesh and bone. His eyes flashed molten gold, then ancient amber, then something deeper than mortal power. He grabbed the wall with one hand and dragged in a breath like he had just surfaced from centuries underwater. “No,” he said, staring at Mae with devastation written across his face.

Blood had always been my weakness but I swear, I wasn't going to let it distract me now. But I staggered backwards, my legs weakened as if they threatened to fall to the floor and the whole strength in me was slowly fading away. I closed my eyes and now that I rose up with a new strength, I countered force with force. Weakness with weakness. I took the piece of mirror that had cut my wrist up and cut against my other wrist. A sharp cry escaped me, another tear slipping from my eyes. I heard whispers. I wasn't alone, spirits were here with me and even though my power failed to see them, I heard them. I continued.

I will make myself happy and a man will on be an addition to my happiness. Deep within me, a flicker of resolve ignited. I realized it was time to transform my sorrow into strength. Like those resilient seeds waiting in the ash, I too could rise. It was time to reclaim my life from the frailty of grief and rebuild among the ruins—to pull myself from the ashes of my past and carve out a new beginning, one shimmering with the promise of hope.

“Alisha, you can’t even keep your eyeliner straight, and you want to run a pack? You’ve spent years whining about what you ‘deserve’ while the rest of us were busy surviving. Here’s the thing about power: it’s not handed to you on a silver platter. You bleed for it. You break for it. You fight for it. And in the end, if you’re strong enough, it bows to you. That’s why you’ll never have it. Because all you do is scream at the universe like a spoiled child.” She lunged at me, claws out, but I was ready. Lilith’s power flared, my wolf’s spirit slamming into her midair. The runes shattered beneath the force, sparks of witchcraft scattering into the darkness. Alisha hit the ground hard, her breat

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

Try me with your best weapon, Break me with your strongest blow, Stab me with your sharpest knife, Make me bleed till you heart enraptures. Keep repeating till you leave nothing of me Till I am brought down to ashes. But when you stop, When your hands worn out, When your happiness reaches the seventh cloud. Then will I play my Ace. Then will be my time to rise. To rise from my own ashes. Then will be my time to bring you as down as high you went.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.