From Ashes To Power Novels & Stories

She was baffled at how fast it was spreading and how bad it had gotten. She closed her eyes and tried to think of the times where her strange power suddenly awakens. Like the time she got angry and yelled at her mother, or the time dealt with Jordan. But those were times where she wasn’t exactly thinking straight and just got her emotions fueled up. It was different than now where she was actually clear-headed. Something dawned on her almost immediately and she centered all her focus on it. She didn’t think it would work at first, but just then, she felt Cassian’s arm harden. She snapped her eyes open and saw his tight muscles. The poison was fighting back.

She trailed off with a sad look, letting me connect the dots myself. My heart sank. “Then he loses power over them.” I said and she nodded. “It's just a matter of choosing. It's either he holds on to having power over other Elites, at least he can stop them from harming subs but when it comes to the seven…” Again, she let me connect the dots. “He can't do anything but watch.” She let out a frustrating sigh. “Yeah. It's so annoying. I mean, you can literally go to him for anything but as long as it's the other seven, he can't help.”

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.

It's only proper for me to know about the source I was constantly drawing out my powers from, right? He chuckled a bit. “Yes, I am aware, Cassandra. No one is disputing you for that, but the Ash plant does exist. Every five years, it appears and it doesn't stay for a long period of time. Like the name says, it turns to ash, after a period of time, which is why it's important to get one early.” he explained. “With the power of the Ash leaves, the power of the concealing spell would be stronger. With your powers, combined with the amulet of Ameris and the Ash leaves. It's practically impossible for anyone to penetrate through the barrier. It's very important to.”

she confessed, still crying and shaking with fear, and I could feel she was telling the truth. "What can you tell us about the ash?" I asked her, and she bowed her head. "At first, it was meant to cover the atmosphere, but we later found it was feeding off the life of the earth and every living thing. Now they have released new ash that, if inhaled for too long, the victims will turn into those things. It is not only wolves that the Fire and Ash coven is killing, witches too," she said. I stepped away from her and left her crying and shaking on the floor. I looked at Desiree to see if she believed her. Desiree nodded that the girl was being sincere, and I pinched the bridge of my nose out of

“Give me your blood and your breath and I will end David Barkley as I did the first time.” My heart slammed wildly. “That’s impossible,” I breathed. Her eyes darkened. “You exist because of me,” she said sharply. “Every spark in you was carved from my ruin.” “No." I whispered. She advanced. “My power never died,” she hissed. “It fractured. It scattered. And it waited.” “No, no, we’re not the same.” I shook my head. “Your name carries my ashes.” she said. The air vibrated. “Your heartbeat echoes mine.”

Ashara’s black eyes met hers. “Of ruin. Of fire. Of the world that once was.” And far below, in the shadows of the valley, the Prophetess raised her hands and whispered: **“Let the ashes rise.”**