From Ashes To Power Novels & Stories

Recognized the old power, the pure power, the power that had fought darkness for centuries. I looked at my pack—my beautiful, loyal, eternal pack—and smiled fiercely. "Kill the corrupted. Bring me Asher." They rose as one, and charged.

he mocked, “The sword, Ashera's power is undeniable. Anyone who possesses Ashera is said to be granted unimaginable power and strength. They became nearly invincible, able to wield the elements and bend reality to their will.” “Ashera's power was said to be derived from the very fabric of the universe itself. It was as if the instrument had tapped into the underlying energy that governed the cosmos, allowing its wielder to harness and manipulate that energy at will. With Ashera, one could shatter mountains, summon storms, and command the loyalty of even the most stubborn of allies. Its power was so great that even the gods themselves were said to tremble with fear at the mere mention of its

I snapped Silence again But it was heavier this time I stood and walked away from the camp needing the cold night to bite into my heat The fire wouldn’t go out It curled around my wrists veins glowing faintly gold I clenched my teeth And tried to command it It flared higher Then hissed “You don’t control this” Ash-Elixir’s voice whispered from the trees “You unleash it or it devours you trying to escape” I spun No one was there I pressed my hands to a nearby boulder and let the fire strike through it burning a mark of power that wasn't meant for this world And in the middle of it I smiled Because part of me liked the way it felt

A shriek left his mouth but soon his body turned into aches and his ashes flew with the wind. Anna was watching his ashes which were going away with the wind. She used her power to stop the wind and then she had her power to divide the ground. Then she threw his ashes into the Netherworld. So that he can't take birth again.

Ashiel spat, voice raw. “Using the legacy of his choice,” the Remnant said. “His sacrifice made a rare thing, ashes mixed with the Warden’s power and the Key’s essence. A relic with great power, it can be the ink for a new promise but the hand that wields it, the story that gives it meaning… must be yours.”

Ash smiled slowly, reverent and pressed her palm into the torch’s flame. The skin sizzled. She didn’t flinch. “She made me in her image,” Ash whispered, voice trembling with reverence and rage. “And then she tried to bury what she’d created.” Her gaze lifted to the blackened cross still hanging above the altar. “But daughters always rise from their mother’s bones.” The crowd roared. Chanting her name. Ash. Ash. Ash. And from the smoke-filled rafters, the first snow of burning ash fell soft as blessing, cruel as prophecy.

But I smiled amidst the storm already brewing. “Let it burn; I’m prepared for whatever comes,” I whispered to myself. “Because, from the product of the fire, which is ashes, automatic power would be mine alone.”

“I can’t control it.” More riders landed around them, forming a circle. Ashen walked through the flames as if they parted for her. “You see?” she said to everyone watching. “Her power is already slipping.” Rowan stepped forward, shaking. “Stop twisting everything! I didn’t choose this!” “You were born wrong,” Ashen snapped. “A mistake of fire. And I will correct it before you burn us all.” Kai growled. “I won’t let you lay a hand on her.”

The ground trembled beneath Asha as she struggled to rise to her feet. Her breath came in sharp, painful gasps, her body drained from the immense effort of unleashing the Soulbone’s power. The air around her still hummed with the residual magic, a tremor of energy that seemed to pulse from the very heart of the Spire. She could feel it deep inside her, the echoes of the Ancestral Spirits and the remnants of the Blood Pact, still struggling to cling to existence.

*Crackle* Sparks appeared around the Asherah Pole, and the ground around it turned into lava as it failed to endure her power. The magma spiralled and turned, ascending and rushing towards Asherah who accepted its baptism wholeheartedly. It seeped into her skin and invaded her organs and blood vessels. Her heart that had known wind up until this moment, was forced to accept the earth and fire of the phoenix, and she was pushed to her very limits. Her eyes were fully clouded by the fog of fire and smoke, and ash slowly began to rise out of her open pores!