From Ashes To Power Novels & Stories

“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.”

I breathe out, my energy slowly draining away that I could no longer stand still. "There's no network sweetheart" He stops against a tree before leaning back, stuffing his hands in his pocket and throwing his head back as if posing for a photo. "I meant the message through mind-link.I am not a member of this Pack but you are" I explain whilst sitting down on the roots.The sun has begun to set down, taking away the little bit of light that was helpful in the forest.Now it's shadowed and within a while, we will be surrounded with darkness. The thought itself made me anxious.I hate darkness.It only reminds me of the brutal death of my best friend.

"The power is right there, Lola. All you have to do is reach out and take it." An image full of blood and death flashed through my mind. Asher's cold corpse lying on the ground, his blood watering the earth. Breyona and Giovanni, sprawled out in the middle of a battle feild, their fingers intertwined as they met at death's doors. Sean, Dad, Grandma, Mason, Zeke, Bran. All of them scattered across a battle feild, the grass a brilliant shade of scarlet. Birds circling up ahead, lured by the smell of blood and death. Buildings burned and reduced to rubble, shards of class littered along sidewalks and deserted roads. The packhouse bright with flames, crackling as the heat devoured every trace. A

"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…"

I had to My mind was running wild what was the next thing I was going to hear How bad could it be I don't want his protection not this time. Not his protection that I built on lies that later come up to surface, lies that later break me. I'm burning the remnant of myself how?… how? How do I build a new version of myself from the ashes when the ash were blown away by the breeze Build yourself from the ashes so he says but then there are no ash of me that remains

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.

In the section marked "Division of Assets," a single, decisive X was drawn through the page. Beneath it, just three words remained: Leaving with nothing. The handwriting was still as neat and graceful as ever—but to Cameron, it felt like a blade, slicing into the softest part of his heart. In that moment, he finally understood a brutal truth: He had believed power and privilege could anchor a person's heart. Instead, he had used them to cast the most precious love he ever had into a bottomless abyss.

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

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.