From Sand And Ash Novels & Stories

“Tell me what I must do, Mother." Her mother guided her toward the river as they discussed some things. The waters shimmered like clear crystal, reflecting the beauty of the constellations above. At the bank, smooth and translucent stones lay scattered. Beside them, a mound of shimmering silver dust floated around. “This,” her mother said, kneeling gracefully, “is star-ash. What falls when stars shed their husks? Mixed with river stones, it becomes the only vessel strong enough to hold shadow-magic without corruption.”

Astrapi was shouting something at her, but she could not hear him over the sound of the sandstorm. Her ears were filled with the shifting, sighing sand that felt as if it coated every inch of her. Beneath her scarf she licked her lips and her tongue came away coated with it. So far, Menos was more like the City of Sand than the City of Earth. Astrapi was still shouting and she turned her head, to see him, irritated as the tiniest exposed parts of her skin were strafed. He was holding up his arm and pointing at it.

━━━━━ And my heart beats Like the empires of the world unite, we are aliv And the stars make love to the universe You're my wildfire every single night We are alive Venus's voice reached him from behind the cart he was pushing. She didn't have the best singing voice, it was too low, too raspy but he didn't want her to stop They spent the next few hours talking, talking about books, movies, music and art. She didn't speak too much but led the most intelligent conversations he wanted to stay there longer and listen to her talk about her love for coffee, books and art, but they eventually left to visit the supermarket at Venus's insistence. Even though she was barely dressed with no shoes she m

Asg puts earbuds in and starts jogging around the city. At one point, while stopping to catch his breath, se nearly bumps into another jogger. "I am so sorry ma'am." "Don't be, I should've paid attention as well." Ash gets a good look at the woman and sees that he's heavily pregnant. The woman smiles. "I'm Sandra. You seem like you have someone in mind when you see this." he strokes her large baby belly. Ash nods. "My son, Leo." He's gotten into the habit of referring him Leo and he leave Bright behind as his own family when speaking to others who don't know.

In a matter of seconds, fire sprung up on those warriors and started burning them alive. Waves of miserable screams could be heard all over the place, and flames soared into the sky. “Stop it!” An extremely old voice sounded in the Fryee family. A pile of yellow sand in the distance exploded in the next second, and a package flew toward them. Sand began to rise from all directions, forming a shower of sand as it fell from the sky. It put out the flames that were consuming those warriors. “Greetings, Osraed!” “Greetings, Osraed!”

Even his notebook lay closed now, as though the act of translating thought into language had begun to feel unnecessary. Aisha noticed this absence of writing more than anything else. Because writing had once been the only place where he remained fully anchored. After a long silence, she tried again. “Do you remember the marigolds?” she asked gently. There was no immediate reaction. Then, slowly, Arman’s expression shifted-not into recognition, but into something more uncertain. “I think I have seen something like that before,” he said. Aisha felt a subtle internal collapse of expectation. “Seen where?” she asked.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

She knows a lot of things. I raised a finger, pausing this conversation for a moment. "How do you know all this? And what is Mountain Ash?" She grinned like a Cheshire cat, except, this was much scarier. "The woman who adopted me is a witch, and I am not ashamed of her. Mountain Ash is black sand, however plain it may look. It possesses a power to repel creatures such as werewolves, vampires, and all.” I stared at my grandmother as if she had grown another head, which was probably possible since she admitted her mother was a witch. "If your adoptive mother is a witch, does that mean you are too?"

“This is reckless. You’re only making trouble for me.” “And if you try to leave me—” Ash peeked around yet another palm tree that erupted out of the sand, and by now, Anzi could feel tufts of grass sprouting under her feet, too. “I’ll just follow you anyway! Be more like me, little one. Learn to take your pleasures where you can, even in hardship. Though perhaps you already know something of that. Ho-ho.”

Once he was done, Asher sighed deeply, feeling an excitement boil in his chest, as he couldn't wait to welcome his son home. Asher's eyes looked out the nursery's window. The sun had begun setting in the west, and in the east, the full, grey moon began rising above the clouds. Standing at the second story of his mansion, Asher could see over the pine trees of the forest that bordered the east end of his pack grounds. He approached the window and looked out onto the world before him. Birds could be heard singing their last tunes for the day. Asher looked down on the village area below him. The children were being called in by their mothers as the evening began settling its dark shade in the s