From Autumn To Ashes The Fiction We Live 소설 & 이야기

Autumn’s voice was sharp, her eyes wide as she stood. I moved to the window, peering through the reinforced shutters. Shadows moved in the trees, more than one this time. The scent of ash and blood was stronger now, mixed with something new—something ancient, like decayed earth. “They found us,” I growled, my claws extending as Kane pushed forward. I turned to Autumn, my decision was made. “Stay here. Whatever happens, don’t open the door.” Her eyes flashed with defiance. “I’m not hiding while you fight my battles.”

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

It was a sight that made her feel like a woman transformed from the ashes of her past. Seated in the luxurious car, Abigail couldn't contain her wonder. She looked around, taking in the remarkable transformation that had occurred in her life. It felt surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. The pain of her losses was still fresh, but the promise of a brighter future was undeniable.

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.

We must plan well so that Samhain does not still leave us the same,“ the other wheezed in a hushed tone" "Those lycans will have us to answer to, soon...really soon” And with a cracking sound, they both disappeared into thin air.

A thin beam of dawn light slid through a gap in the shack’s roof, painting a pale stripe across the dusty floor. Outside, the creek murmured softly over stones, a sound so ordinary it felt strange after the Hollow’s constant hum. Birds were singing somewhere in the pines. The real world had returned, but the smell of ash still clung to their clothes.

His brows creased as he mumbled. He yawned and closed his eyes to sleep. He had a lot to do the next day... Meanwhile___ Ace returned to his room and took a short shower, after which he returned to his room with a new bathrobe wrapped around his body. He lit a cigarette, which he smoked in the corridor, and he lazily rested on it while staring at the densely packed houses in the city. The night light made the city look even more beautiful, but none of this mattered to Ace as his eyes held unprecedented gloominess at the moment.

LILA’S POV I stayed locked inside the apartment all day with the curtains drawn and my phone face down on the nightstand. The room smelled like stale coffee and damp clothes from yesterday’s rain. I didn’t eat. I didn’t shower. I just lay on the bed staring at the ceiling while tears dried on my cheeks and new ones took their place. My life used to feel hard but manageable but now everything felt stolen. My job. My dignity. My future. All gone because I let myself get tangled with the Callahan men.

It is the most sacred, and most painful, way for a werewolf to die. Three years later. "Elara, it's time to rest." The young Alpha's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze. I nodded, taking one last look at the full moon outside my window. I thought to myself: Soul-bound. 'Til death do us part. This time, I was the one who broke our vow. But life goes on. So be it. Let's not meet again... not in the next life.