No Ashes In The Fire Novels & Stories

It echoed through the air, leaving a cloud of smoke hung in the air, and the smell of gunpowder lingered like a warning of the violence that had just occurred. I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I fell to the floor as I watched the lifeless body of Thomas who was crawling to survive a few minutes away on the floor. ASHER IS A MURDERER. ASHER IS A MONSTER. I was still trying to bear the pain of what just happened before my eyes when Asher turned around, and he started walking towards me. When he was far away from the lifeless body of Thomas in his pool of blood. Asher pressed a red button and the entire car caught fire with Thomas beside it, the red blazing hot flame consuming his already dead

“The Gods are not in the water,” Orgullo continued, leaning in closer until her golden eyes were inches from his terrified one. “I am. And I am far more permanent than any myth you cling to.” She felt the pulse thrumming against her palms, erratic and fading. A small, cruel smile touching her lips. When the old mans body went limp, Estrela’s walked to the hearth, picking up a cane beside it and poking it into the fire. Once the cane started burning, she lifted it and placed it on the table. The cottage was silent save for the crackle of the burning cane. The small flame spread steadily, licking at the dry herbs and wooden shelves, turning the old man’s sanctuary into a funeral pyre.

and a particularly large Lycan “asher” She looked around. "They are close friends. I’ll introduce the others after the meeting" she finished. Ruke stood up and faced the many lycans present. He wasted no time in telling them he had found his mate, after which he beckoned Lang Lang to speak to them about the prophecy. When she had finished, a very blonde Lycan with a mole on his nose spoke up, ”what have we got to do with the prophecy,“ he asked, witha bored look on his face.

A sound came out of me that I did not recognize. "No!" My body moved before my mind did. I lunged for the urn. Too late. It hit the ground between us. The lid came off. The white ash that had been my father drifted out, light and weightless. It settled on the wet ground, mixing with the dirt. The world stopped. I sat where I had fallen. The white was the only thing I could see. That had been my father. That had been the man who tucked me in when I had a fever, the man who taught me to ride a bike on the road in front of our house, the man who looked at me and said I was the best thing in his life.

“Hi, Agnes. Long time no see. I wonder, by the time you see this video, will I already be dead? But even if I am, my body will stay here, just like these bones. So, Agnes, don’t forget to come and collect my corpse.” The air fell into a heavy silence. Even breathing seemed stifled. Then, the crowd erupted again, louder than before. “Don’t say that, Jacob! We’re sending people to look for you right now!” The video kept playing. I looked straight into the camera, speaking each word clearly. “I’ll record everything on Exile Island in my own way—to record how I walked toward my death and to record how the Yule family walks toward destruction. This video might never make it out, but I’ll find a w

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.

I kissed the top of her head and held them close. And we watched as they all burned. My mother. The Elders. Alpha Christian. And even Tristian, who Ash made sure was doused in gasoline before he sat them on fire. All in all, it was a lovely bonfire of revenge… “What now?” Ashley asked and looked up at me, her eyes burning with wonder. “We don’t have an Elder’s Counsel anymore.” “With great power comes great responsibility,” I murmured dramatically, earning me a kick in the shin from both my mates. “Aw! Violent women!”

When she saw me, she jumped up and yelled, "Why won't you just leave me alone? Caleb's already given you everything. Isn't that enough? That fire was an accident! Why can't you just let it go?" I shook my head, then gave a small nod. "Caleb gave me his assets to make up for his mistakes. It's got nothing to do with you. As for whether the fire was an accident, how about we check the security footage?" Brianna was stunned, muttering, "No way. Everything burned down. How could there be footage? If you had it, you'd have shown it already. Why wait until now? Don't try to pull one over on me. It was just an accident!"

Andrew replied calmly, "That's her problem, not ours. If it weren't for Logan and Mr. Keller Senior, I wouldn't bother." Aspen pouted. "Well, I don't like her. Anyone who targets my man gets on my bad side." Andrew was about to respond when his expression suddenly shifted. "Get down!" He lunged forward and pulled Aspen down, shielding her as they dropped. Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted, and a massive fireball shot up into the sky. Car alarms blared up and down the street as a chain reaction set them all off. Aspen looked up, her body trembling. "Our car exploded?"

Nova Quinn The dream always starts the same. I’m standing in a field of ash. The ground is scorched black, trees burned down to skeletal stumps. Everything smells like smoke and lightning. Above me, the sky churns in slow motion — red and gold bleeding through bruised clouds — and a moon hangs too close, too heavy, like it’s watching me. Then I see the fire. It slithers up from the cracks in the ground, licking around my bare feet like it’s been waiting. It doesn’t burn. It welcomes. And when I open my mouth to scream, the flames pour out like a second voice — loud, ancient, hungry.