From Sand And Ash Novels & Stories

My toes wiggle in the cold, moist sand – it feels so soft against my skin. The sand spreads out, further and further, as far as I can see. It glistens as if a million stars have fallen from the heavens above and softly swallowed by the solid ground and now illuminates its light from below. One could mistake it for the calm sea, shining from the sun’s harsh rays. However, its soft grainy texture and its ability to hold me from falling prove that it is indeed sand.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

As soon as Bryan left, Sandro picked up his mobile and seemed relieved to notice that Asher didn't disconnect the call. "Man, that dude is crazy. Almost as crazy as a Psychopath" Sandro muttered, trying to calm down his pounding heart. Bryan is not here, yet Sandro couldn't relax. He saw the look in Bryan's eyes, and adding his parting words to his look, it is terrifying.

Aetherion Academy towers above me. It's carved into the cliffs like it belongs there—stone and iron and something older woven through it. Massive archways stretch toward the sky, banners snapping in the wind, dark against the gray-blue backdrop. Flickering golden lights spill out of the windows and all around. Like you can literally see the magic alive here. It's beautiful.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

She went to stand at the railing and look at the thing she was waiting for. They spent the day at the beach, which was both simple and complete — the way good days were simple and complete, the sequence of it not requiring planning or management. Lyra's sand project was elaborate and technically interesting and involved a drainage system she had designed based on principles she described to her father with the vocabulary she had absorbed from a year of watching him talk about structures. He engaged with it as a genuine problem, not as a child's play, which was the quality she required from him and that he had understood how to provide.

After all, they had seen Gordon in action—he was a walking nightmare in combat. As they turned to leave, Aspen's eyes instinctively swept across the ground one last time. Then, she noticed a patch of mud—dark, slick, and oddly rotted. The putrid smell hit her nostrils a second later, making her stomach churn. The mud looked more like decomposing flesh than ordinary soil. Her gaze locked on a small object sticking out of the foul mess. It glinted faintly under the dim light. Aspen crouched, swallowing the bile rising in her throat, and picked it up. It was a jagged piece of metal. The second it touched her palm, the locator in her pocket beeped frantically.

I don't know what I've done to deserve to stand here right now. Xavier grabs my hand, pulling me behind him, as he begins to walk through the forest. We come across a clearing, and a moment later, I find myself walking out onto a secluded white sand beach. The water is a clear aqua colour, and in the distance I can see the mountains. This must've been the view that I saw from my window. Little did I know that there was a private beach nearby. Instinctively I take my shoes off, running my feet through the sand. It feels warm and soft beneath my feet. Carrying my shoes, I walk towards the water, stepping in up to my calves. The water is warm, though still cool. It's nice and relaxing on such a

I breathe out, my energy slowly draining away that I could no longer stand still. "There's no network sweetheart" He stops against a tree before leaning back, stuffing his hands in his pocket and throwing his head back as if posing for a photo. "I meant the message through mind-link.I am not a member of this Pack but you are" I explain whilst sitting down on the roots.The sun has begun to set down, taking away the little bit of light that was helpful in the forest.Now it's shadowed and within a while, we will be surrounded with darkness. The thought itself made me anxious.I hate darkness.It only reminds me of the brutal death of my best friend.

Most importantly, they forgot in the Fahara everything is against them. They are trapped in another storm and this time it's of sand each one on their own. No one has an idea how to behave. Can't run since they can't open their eyes. The sand seems to be hitting them from all angles . Clearly, they each are a target of a kind for this sand monster. One thing Modei Sao and Winter are thinking is ,'Sand storm '. At least they agree now Michelle had opened eyes when they didn't. But why can't they stumble into each other because when the storm came they were standing close to each other.