From Ashes To Power Novels & Stories

One by one. Watched them curl. Blacken. Turn to ash. "You know," Isla said softly, "ashes can be beautiful. They nourish soil. Let new things grow." "Like us. We rose from ashes." "No," she corrected with a smile. "We didn't rise from ashes. We transformed them. Into something golden. Something eternal." She was right. We weren't a phoenix story. We were an alchemy story. Turning pain into purpose. Darkness into light. A legacy of violence into a dynasty of love.

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.

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.”**

“The demon king birthed Asher who is the vessel of strong powers. Naturally, the powers have been infused into his blood.” “Wait, so the powers of Aspa…” “Has naturally transferred to Asher and is waiting for him to grow up to show itself. Asher is going to need to be trained to control the powers and also not to fall into the darkness it would will. Aspa must never get hold of Asher in young age, otherwise, he would be her own son, he would be the prince of Darkness.”

He bit out, his gaze flicking between me and Xander. “He don't belong to you either.He is a child so please don't drag him in something he doesn't want” Goddess knows where I got the courage from but I'm face to face with this man with defiance in my eyes. “A child?” He sneers sharply, grabbing my forearm with such force that a whimper slips out of my mouth. “This is no child but outcome of my years of patience and devotion— I gave him a part of me, sacrificed my biggest weapon just to summon a shadow so powerful it could destroy the world but you—

"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…"