From Autumn To Ashes The Fiction We Live Novels & Stories

“But maybe one day you’ll know we never stopped trying.” --- Far away, in a crumbling church deep in the woods, Aiden slammed his fist into the altar. Stone cracked beneath his knuckles. Dust rose like smoke. “Burn it all,” he breathed. “Let them choke on the ashes.” And in the shadows, one of his new wolves stepped forward—eyes glowing faint amber, waiting for the command. **** Pov: Asher. It was nearly midnight when Asher found himself walking through the quiet trees just beyond the mansion grounds. The moon was full—bright enough to cast silver across the stone path that wound toward the hill where his father used to sit and watch the forest breathe.

She finds herself in a moral bind concerning forgiveness, retaliation, and the brittleness of trust. Zara and Kael must destroy the weapon in a final, adrenaline-pumping battle before it ends up in the wrong hands. However, Kael gives up his claim to authority in the process, preferring anonymity to a throne that would bind him to the past indefinitely. After the adventure and the love she discovered amidst the ashes of a broken world, Zara returns to the barren ruins irrevocably altered. In a backdrop of destruction, Echoes in the Ashes narrates a story of love, survival, and redemption. It examines the effects of authority, the difficulties of forgiving, and the belief that love may illumi

Life is dead. They don’t know that, yet, but the bridges have been burning for a year. Soon they will disintegrate to ashes. For it to blame is something out there. It first befell the flesh and afterwards: the hearts. Left is nothing, only fear. Of each other and of oneself: of all the things they might have to do, may want to do, are doing to one another.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.

Jason said under his breath as I passed him, and I couldn’t tell if it was a joke he was telling himself or a word he was trying to insult. “Safety,” I said back, because if we were going to build a house of lies to live in, I wanted at least to have picked the paint. We cleared the mark. The ash got into the lines of our hands and made everything look older. The coal came. Vivian’s eyes made a place for it. Jasper said nothing and was louder than anyone.

Veyra carves runes into the oak’s trunk, her hands steady. “The fire will spread,” she says. “There’s no coming back.” The static doesn’t protest. It *agrees*. The Hunter’s voice whispers through the leaves. ***Do it.*** I ignite the petals. --- **The Ashes** The blaze is beautiful. The Seed’s roots writhe, its song a requiem. The Forgotten flee, Veyra leading them into the fractured wilds. I stay, watching the oak crumble, the static’s hymn fading.

enough for the audience. "Look," Selene whispered, pointing to a pile of rubble. It was a mountain of discarded set pieces. I saw the rusted gates of the Council Chamber. I saw the broken sign for the "Fisherman's Lake." I even saw a pile of violet liquid tanks, now empty and shattered. "They didn't just write our lives," Caspian said, his voice hollow. "They kept the leftovers. We’re standing on the bones of every story that didn't make the cut."

“That’s all I need.” He pulled her close, holding her as if he could shield her from the world. “No one’s ever touching you again,” Alex vowed, fierce and absolute. “Not ever.” Eve shut her eyes, letting the tears fall. The lies were stacking up between them, a fragile tower ready to topple. She could almost feel the weight of the truth pressing against the walls of the house, threatening to break free. Yet beneath it all, something else was taking shape a spark igniting in the ashes. Whether it would bring salvation or destruction, Eve couldn