House.of Ashes Chapters Novels & Stories

My hair stuck to my neck and my hands shook under the blankets like I'd never warmed them up at all. For a second, I didn't know where I was. Then the room came into focus. The faint glow of embers outlined the couch. The couch. Asher lay there still asleep, his shape dark even against the darkness. "Asher?" I whispered through a tight throat. My voice was small and rough, scraped raw by fear. No response. My heart hammered louder. I tried again, a little stronger, the word trembling. "Asher...?" END OF CHAPTER 5.

Content Warning; Chapter contains graphic scenes of violence. * ASHER’S POV Kill. Kill. Kill. No matter how many I killed it just wasn’t enough. I was covered in the blood of the three rogues who’d attacked her. And yet it wasn’t enough, it never was. When the lust for blood was awakened, it just couldn’t be quenched.

=Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions of nudity and sex. It is intended for mature audiences (18+). If you're uncomfortable with this type of content, feel free to skip — it won't affect your understanding of the main story.= Ashley was barefoot in the kitchen, the floor cold under her toes. She stirred the tea she hadn't wanted at her elbow, gazing around the too-still, too-empty house. The kind of silence that pressed against her chest and made her remember how long it had been since she'd heard him laugh in the hallway.

She took a deep breath. “What are you doing?” Ashiel asked softly. “The first chapter is missing,” she said. “The story of before. My story.” She closed her eyes and thought of a woman with a kind smile, humming a tune while she kneaded bread. She thought of a man with rough hands, teaching her how to shape letters with a piece of charcoal. She thought of rainy afternoons and the smell of old books. They were faint, these memories. Faded by time and grief but they were hers.

“The moment you joined our group, we already accepted you. Just like Remus and Maximus, I also don’t have any family left. We haven’t had any since a long time or anyone to look after us. But we have each other and we look after each other. We made our own family and even though we’ve had our own differences, we haven’t gone apart.” “You are not always alone, Ash. You will always have us.” He said with such certainty that it would be wrong not to believe him. His eyes fell on her hands and he said, “You have every reason to live and no one has the right to take that away from you. If it’s too hard, then just let go and let me.” He then took her hand and held it firmly. Looking up at her, he

He thinks he is inviting an investor to dinner. But in truth, he has invited his past and his reckoning right through the front door . Nurse Nancy’s Point of View “Even from ashes, diamonds can still shine.” It was just past 8 PM when I walked into our small, two-bedroom apartment. My bones ached from the double shift, and my feet screamed for relief, but the moment I opened the door and heard the quiet hum of home, my heart settled. No matter how exhausting the day, this house though humble is filled with a love money could not buy.

Thirty-Nine—It’s over **ASHER** A dreadful sense of woe washed through me as I stood in front of the door to the Blackwood Mansion. My own home. I was the alpha, the first of my kind, and yet I was scared to go into my own home to face the pack.

Chapter 91 Beds of Thorns Asher’s POV The cracks in the ceiling seemed more intricate tonight, weaving together like a cruel puzzle. I lay there, staring at them as though the answer to everything would suddenly emerge from those jagged lines. But no revelation came, just the heavy, suffocating silence of my room.

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

Hermione got up slowly from her seat and headed for the stairs. In she was in Ruke’s room. She needed space to process the ghastly revelation, she was so tired. First, her mother had left and now she was going to lose her mate because of some stupid reincarnation bullshit. At that moment she knew that there was going to be another war, it was coming and she wasn’t going to waste the time she had with her mate brooding. She stood up and made for the door. Her hands were inches from the doorknob when it was opened from the outside and Ruke walked in, his hair wet. “I used Raphael’s bathroom, figured you needed space.