From Autumn To Ashes The Fiction We Live Novels & Stories

But I can promise you this: when the time comes, your entire family will end up six feet under. Adam fell silent. He did not trust Andrew, but he could not afford to ignore him either. Matthew snapped impatiently, "Andrew, just get to the damn point!" Andrew took a sip of tea and said in a low voice, "Frostblossom, the deadly poison from Eastonia. You've heard of it, right? Scarlett plans to use it to send your two elders off to their graves. That's the message I came here to deliver." Matthew sneered. "You think the Yeager elders are beggars on the street? Just waiting with their mouths open for Scarlett and Henry to feed them poison?"

Yoel had already planned to get rid of his companies and assets slowly, and the person receiving them was me. I had already learned about all the things that had happened recently. For example, after I fainted, Yoel exposed the painting Rosa had stolen, and it destroyed her reputation. He didn't take back the art gallery and all the paintings and jewelry he had given to her. Instead, he burned everything to the ground. As the flames burned, he said with a smile, "You've messed with a devil, Rosa. No one else will donate their kidneys to you now, so you should just wait for your death in pain. You're the one who has fallen from grace."

The ash, now white as snow, dusting us all. Breaking away from the kiss, Uriel’s eyes widened as the ash fell around us. “It’s so pretty,” she whispered, holding out her hand for the ash to collect in her hand. The Phoenix only reminded me of my love for my mate, the fiery passion we had for each other, the explosion of pain of almost losing her only to find her as pure as the first rains that descended on the worlds. We had started anew, and this time I would be sure to cherish every moment.

Soon enough, thick, billowing smoke obscured her face from view. Several bystanders ran up to help, but the intense heat pushed them back. In the end, the car was consumed by flames in front of everyone, leaving behind only a blackened shell. Elise was gone, and the ashes were all that remained of her. When word reached Logan’s ears, he sat in a dimly lit room in long silence. Eventually, he let out a bitter, self-mocking chuckle, but his eyes didn’t hold joy. No matter what became of Elise, Coral wasn’t coming back.

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

I think it’s ridiculous that they don’t get to show their emotions freely as it would contrast with their image of strong leaders of the strongest pack of the Northern Hemisphere. And still, here I am, nearly getting crushed by their wolves reaching out to Cassy for comfort while grieving terribly. As the flames finally expire, it is just the four of us left. We collect the ashes carefully into separate, beautifully decorated urns before walking the vessels down into the forest. We want to scatter the ashes onto a glade not far away from our house, and as we finally arrive there heavy-hearted, the sight of fireflies floating over the place, illuminating it, awaits us.

“We stop whispering. We stop bleeding for a door that doesn’t deserve us. We start humming the lies we’ve been living by. Together.” The wards hum faintly around the clearing. Under our feet deep beneath the mountains, ash , and old carved stone. I can feel it: the door is listening. But for the first time, it feels like we are too. And that has to count for something.

Ritual-forged. Bound to the vault of Kingsgrave before it fell. And Asher? He didn’t flinch when I picked it up. Because he knew. This wasn’t a war we could win with fire. This was a pattern we had to break. From inside. Even if it killed us. Even if it meant— Becoming what she saw. It's just long enough to burn her down.

"My goodness! We actually have a thief in our office. No wonder my biscuits and snacks kept going missing from my table!" Vernon stood next to Peggy. After ordering security to block off all exits, they began searching everyone. Once it was my turn, I set the box down so I could cooperate with the search. Clearly, Vernon was momentarily startled upon noticing the asteroid figurine at the very top of the box. However, he still asked security to dump all the contents of the box onto the floor. Everything fell to the floor with a loud crash. The figurine was completely smashed to bits. It was like my relationship of six years with Vernon. Once there were cracks, things between us could never be