Novel & Cerita Hold My Hand And Take Me To The Ashes

Her stern warning dangled at the tip of his tongue, unspoken and unheeded. "Never hold my hand like that again, or else I will kill you," Ashley hissed, her eyes aflame with a potent mix of anger and determination. The intensity of her gaze seemed to pierce through Thorian's bewildered expression. She relinquished her grip on his collar, intending to walk away when, in a surprising twist, Thorian swept her off her feet, holding her by the waist. Ashley's eyes widened in shock at the abruptness of his action. "What the heck! Put me down! What did I just tell you?" Ashley's voice reverberated, her legs hanging helplessly in the air.

"Repeat after me. My blood is your blood." "My blood is your blood," I whispered. "My soul is your soul." "My soul is your soul." "Until the moon falls from the sky and the sun turns to ash." "Until the moon falls from the sky and the sun turns to ash." We pressed our palms together and it feels like the world exploded. It wasn't just heat. It was a flash of light in my mind.

The title was enough to make her light a cigarette. "The Heart of the Storm" "You and I We are a storm set loose And I’m the one holding you up Let us watch how The world you knew Comes crumbling down. "There’s no hell or heaven There’s no now or never Take my hand It’s just you and I. "In the heart of the storm You were right here by my side We were holding on Holding up. "Wipe away all the tears Let this havoc wreak around Tearing all apart All but us. "Look into my eyes

Ash's point of view. The high witch Ophelia leads us to a large clearing in the forest, where a large flat stone sits at the centre. I hold Anna’s hand tight. I'm feeling sick with nerves. God only knows how she’s feeling. I whisper in her ear. “You make sure you come back to me Anna; I need you.” Before I bring her chin to mine as I kiss her precious lips, wiping away the tears in her eyes as she whispers back. I will, Ash, I promise you."

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.”**

Her big beautiful eyes looked innocent and confused. No. She couldn’t be Asher’s real mate. No fucking way. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay,” Asher whispered to me. He held my icy hands and tried to reassure me. But will it? I looked up at him and felt utterly lost. How could I feel everything slipping toward despair now? “Expel her.” I held Asher’s hand, my voice urgent and sharp. “That is the only way to make me feel better.” Asher frowned. Although it was quick, I still caught a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

My heart took a big leap, looking back, Asher held unto my hands then tucked in his pocket, frozen I stay mute unable to move or think, I sure do know I wasn’t breathing properly but it felt like the only way out it's the first time he actually held hands with me, he rubs his thumb on my hands, as he squeezes them, my mind wonder as my free hands clenched and unclenched, “ i had requested your presence, i just wanted to you to know i would offer the best result” he said

“Hide this.” The feel of someone’s hand brushing hers, shoving something into it and the harsh whisper in her ear had Ella’s head spinning around, but he was gone almost as quickly as he’d been there. She didn’t dare look down to see what it was but from the feel of it, she could tell it was a vial of some sort. Now who would be shoving a vial into her hand in the middle of a funeral? She turned to look at the retreating figure but couldn’t tell who he was.

And then everything turned black. ________________________________________________

“I can’t do this.” “You don’t have to do it alone,” Asher breathed, his forehead pressed gently to mine. “I’m here—I swear to you, Elena, I’m not going anywhere.” “But I’m losing them,” I sobbed, voice cracking, “They’re slipping away, and I can’t— Asher, I can’t hold them. I don’t get to hold them.” His arms wrapped tighter around me, holding me like he could somehow keep my heart from breaking apart. “You will. You’ll hold them here,” he whispered, pressing his palm flat over my heart, “where they’ll always be.”