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

I denied. "Right." I looked at my reflection again. Ash took a moment to speak again, and I wasn't surprised that he simply verbalized what I was silently thinking. "You know, no one's ever done that for us since..." He trailed off. "Anise," I replied, "yeah, I know." "So, what now?" Ash wondered. "Now, nothing. We're not supposed to get attached to the human." I remained stubborn, even when I felt the ghost of Miranda's touch on my outer envelope.

As if they were to take something away back into nature that had witnessed everything. Kaden's hand remained around me as if to hold me if I get weakened again, there was a comforting silence along with the sound of the breezes I could hear. Taking a deep breath I slowly opened the jar letting the top of it fall on the green leaves. The ashes inside started to get vanishing in the breezes as I tilted the jar and let them fall. A sad smile displayed on my lips as a lone tear from my eye fell on the back of my hand as I watched the ashes getting washed away in the waves of the breezes.

Not anymore, ever, because I'm going to hold her hands tightly. I will never let her leave. I will never leave her again. Where I am, she is also there, where she is, I am also there. We will stumble and rise together. From now on, she and I are one. Because I will never let her disappear again. Ashley was the first woman I loved. And she was also the one I promised to be last. That hasn't changed and it won't change no matter what happens. We will face through life holding hands. Together we will cry, laugh, be hurt, and be happy. I will never let go of her hand again no matter what happens. From now on I will be the first to be hurt before her. I will cry first.

Kass' red robes billowed as he slowly rose from the Church army. He held a book in his hands. It was the holy book! "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me…" He slowly murmured the scriptures. Finally, he closed the book and reverently placed it in the inner pocket of his chest. Then, he threw a devastating punch through the air toward Storm City's gate. His fist initially glowed with just a tiny spark of light. But by the time it was about to strike the gate, it blazed with brilliant white light like a blazing sun falling to earth.

I know that even those would nearly not be enough to forget Matty, but atleast it won't hurt this much. My thoughts got broken by the station announcement "Dear Passengers, we have arrived at Charlottesville, this train terminates here" I picked up the one backpack I was carrying and got off the train. I needed a minute to compose myself... I repeated to me Matty is dead..... I am alone..... but I need to live.... that's all Matty has ever wanted from me...... I need to or everything I've done till now would go to waste.....

The Order had found us. But I wasn’t the same girl they chased weeks ago. They’d seen me when I was half-awake. Half-broken. Let them see what happens when the Phoenix rises fully. Let them come. This time, I would burn what was left. And I wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left to chase but ash. We ran for what felt like miles, the passage beneath our feet sloping unevenly with every dozen steps. I could hear the echo of our footfalls bouncing ahead into unknown darkness. The smell of mildew, rot, and something older, something sour, coated my tongue.

When we left he took my hand on the sidewalk and I let him, and we walked through the August night toward the next version of our life. Behind us, quietly, everything that had nearly destroyed us settled into the shape of something it had been trying to become all along.

My heart is pounding againt my chest i think im going to be sick. Just as my stomach starts to turn a hand wraps around my arm.They are separating us. Men woman and children are all pulled apart into separate groups. "Let go of me" i snap at garret. He ignores me shoving me forward with the other women my age. I stumble but catch myself before falling. Frantic mubbles fill the room. My eyes find Molly huddling with the other children, they are afraid. I would be to but i dont fear death anymore. Death is peacful quiet some would even say a kind. In this world for humans it would be a mercy.