From Sand And Ash の小説・ストーリー

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.

The game was designed to break you, to find whatever trauma you'd buried and drag it kicking and screaming into the light. The bus finally stopped. Through the window, I could see a desert. Endless sand stretching in every direction, glowing faintly under a sky that had no sun. The sand itself seemed to move, shifting and reforming into patterns that looked almost like faces. "Welcome to the Sandbox," the driver's distorted voice said. "Population: you. Try not to lose yourself." The doors opened, and heat hit us like a physical force. It wasn't just warm—it was burning, suffocating, like the air itself was trying to cook us alive.

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.

Within the grounds of the palace, the desert had been tamed, but beyond the walls of the twelfth-century fortress, it stretched outward in an endless sea of scorching golden sand. The setting sun was suspended like a huge golden orb, and the sky around it was streaked with shades of pink and red. He remembered the times he and Farhan had raced their horses across the sands or released their falcons and watched them soar across the dense blue sky. More than brothers, they had been the best of friends, but the bond between them had been broken—and all because they had both fallen in love with the same woman. Ahsan’s brows drew together in a slashing frown. He had discovered that love was a des

My hands trembled as I reached out—not for the shard, but for clarity, for something that could anchor me in the storm. Ashara’s golden eyes softened, almost pitying. “You cannot escape me, child. You are the continuation of what I began, the vessel through which my fire lives again. Deny it, and you will be ash. Accept it, and you will be me.” Her words dripped like molten iron, branding themselves across my soul. The fire twisted, coiling tighter, until every beat of my heart echoed with hers.

Murphy still seemed to be under the shock of the bombshells, she wasn’t saying anything, she was just trying to feel the gravity of the earth pulling them, it was the sudden actions of disbelief that kept her in incredulity. The sand storm had again been formed by the monstrous engines running through the heart of the golden sandy land, they couldn’t appreciate the destination they were traveling to, everything was covered with the sand flying around them like a dust devil. It was when they had traveled a few km on the ride that the destination was due. The engine slowed down a bit, and the sand land was over, they were entering into a huge stony built area. They couldn’t see clearly from th

They cried in pain as they tried to run away from the invisible entity holding them hostage. “Stop!” I screamed, feeling the heat of ash falling around the beach, covering the beautiful porridge-colored sand that now looked like a dusty grey. “What do you want?” I screamed, the smoke now formed into a perfect tall shadow. Deep red eyes boring into me as it came closer.

Andrius could not help but exclaim when he saw the amazing scene. “Don’t misunderstand, Andrius.” Yvie looked at the snowy white expanse and said solemnly, “This is one of the most dangerous areas in the Barren Land—Snow Sand Sea. While it looks like snow, it’s actually a strange desert. Because of the constant energy flow, it reflects the sun and our gaze, making it look like a snowy expanse that’s always moving. “In reality, the waves of the Snow Sand Sea are made by the monsters hidden under the sand. They have lived here for years and are not only very familiar with the illusions but also have an outer layer with a similar effect, which makes them powerful and difficult to deal with.