Hold My Hand And Take Me To The Ashes Novels & Stories

"What do you need? Whatever it is, Sean, take it. take everything. I am offering everything. we can try again. I know what to do. I won't hold back this time. If I have to say the safe word, I won't hold it in." His eyes looked at mine, his head shaking.

“Pose as her and you’ll get enough money for your brother’s surgery—and more. If you succeed, approach this man.” He handed her another photo—Damon, caught unaware. Cold, intimidating, deadly. Ivy trembled just looking at him. Deceiving someone like Damon felt like striking a deal with the devil himself…

Mae stood at a crossroads, two branching paths. One, filled with ash and ruin. Everyone she’d come to care about, dead. She stood alone. Eternally alive. The last heartbeat in a dead cosmos. The other, bright and raw and filled with conflict, but also hope. Rebuilding. Healing. Love. In that path, Ashar stood beside her, worn but whole, protective, hers. So did Riven, half smirking, half undone, holding a small child who laughed like a sun reborn.

I had no interest in listening to him any longer. “Didn’t you say your arm was gone? It looks perfectly intact to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, his other arm thudded to the ground as well. Amid his agonized screams, parts of his body were torn away piece by piece until he was reduced to nothing, executed in the cruelest way possible. With my vengeance complete, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled me. Queenie Aasen, who once cared for the world and acted with selfless righteousness, was gone.

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and rushed toward the trash bin. As Queenie stared at the urn she had thrown away moments earlier, her entire body began to shake. Ignoring the filth, she plunged her hands into the bin, desperately searching for any remaining ashes. But the ashes had already scattered into the wind. No matter how hard she searched, there was nothing left. When shards of broken glass sliced into the back of her hand, she finally collapsed, wailing. "Steve, I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you! I really didn't mean to do that! Please forgive me, Steve! I was wrong!"

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

Eve stood firm in the charred ruins of the east wing, her heart hammering against her ribs as the mysterious figure remained half-hidden in the shadows. The acrid smell of old smoke clung heavily to the air, mixing with the damp night breeze that whispered through broken glass panels and collapsed beams. She kept her posture straight and Sophia-like, wiping any flicker of fear from her face with practiced skill. Alex could never know about this meeting, or any of the dangers circling them like wolves in the dark. The memory of his warm embrace from earlier that evening, his trusting golden eyes as they talked on the couch, fueled her determination to hold everything together.

"Come with me." He grabbed her wrist, and they ran toward the staircase while bending over slightly. The smoke burned Daisy's throat until tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. Her vision turned blurry. Caleb tightened his hold on her hand while shielding her with his body. "Run." They charged into the stairwell and raced downstairs. Daisy twisted her ankle in the process. Her vision turned dark from the pain, but she clenched her jaw and kept going. Finally, they pushed open the manor's back exit.