From Sand And Ash Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Ashley pouted. "Well..you can choose to forgive him dear sister because you've always loved him. But me...I see him as nothing but a jerk! A jerk that thinks this life revolves around him. So...no can do." Sandra said firmly. "Okay." Ashley shrugged. The door opened and Mikhail walked in making Sandra's eyes go wide then his eyes went to the flask she held and he turned to look at Ashley. "I'm not hungry but she is," Ashley said and he nodded. "You should be grateful for eating the food that was for my wife."

Bilimo took back the explaining rains from his daughter. "My father is correct, but it takes a few more steps than this to create liquid nitrogen, I will explain the complete process later if you really want to learn," Mila said with a smile. "What about a Sand user like me, what particles are sand made of?" Ryan wanted to know how he could improve himself with this new knowledge. "Well sand is made of along of things, from different rocks and Metals to bones and fossils of energy beasts, that means it's comprised of hundreds of different particles, but if it could be linked to one thing it would be Carbon," Mila explained.

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.

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.

Ashara’s black eyes met hers. “Of ruin. Of fire. Of the world that once was.” And far below, in the shadows of the valley, the Prophetess raised her hands and whispered: **“Let the ashes rise.”**

"That's great. How close were you able to get this time?" Curling her fingers into a loose fist, Ashlyn pulled back and looked to Lana. The edge of the waters reach. I could feel my shoes sinking into the damp sand, and the water would occasionally come up far enough to kiss the tips of my trainers, but my feet wouldn't move any further. With a sigh, Ashlyn leaned back against the sofa. I wanted to go further. I could hear him out there, calling out to me to come to him, but my feet were stuck. It was like something was holding me back, but I don't know what.

The Moon ash burns through the shadows, a beacon, a counter to the darkness. I do not hesitate. Fists strike the metal, silver dust in motion, and the lock shatters under the force of my fury. The door trembles, resisting, but it cannot withstand the combination of the ring and the bond, the Moon ash and my wrath. It bursts open with a deafening crash, the echoes rolling down the hall like a warning to all who dared obstruct her.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

I have never heard of a place called Azora all my life. "But I have never heard of this place...." I said. She smiled. "Alot of slaves who were brought here always say the same thing, we are like a forgotten Island located in the northern part of the world, our kingdom is rich in gold, silver, brass and lots more and that is why we have it everywhere" she explained. I nodded looking away. I shut my eyes. I couldn't believe I was lost in some Island located in the north. I looked up at her "do you have technology here?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “It doesn’t stick?” “What?” he asked, glancing at her foot, appearing confused as well. She grinned and lowered it to the ground, grabbed a handful of sand, letting it run through her fingers, watching every single grain fall without leaving anything on her hands. “The sand. It’s not sticking to me.” “It won’t. That’s not how it works. Sand here is not clingy. I am not sure of the properties of your Earth sand, but the sand in Aurora will never stick to you.”