On My Own By Ashes Remain Lyrics Novels & Stories

I breathe out, my energy slowly draining away that I could no longer stand still. "There's no network sweetheart" He stops against a tree before leaning back, stuffing his hands in his pocket and throwing his head back as if posing for a photo. "I meant the message through mind-link.I am not a member of this Pack but you are" I explain whilst sitting down on the roots.The sun has begun to set down, taking away the little bit of light that was helpful in the forest.Now it's shadowed and within a while, we will be surrounded with darkness. The thought itself made me anxious.I hate darkness.It only reminds me of the brutal death of my best friend.

I feel my eyes close and darkness takes me. "Queen Ashley, WAKE UP!”

“You should try… after treatment.” My gaze returns to Alessi. Not the blank girl on the platform. The one behind her eyes. The one still knocking back. I press my fist against my sternum where the bond burns dull and steady. I speak silently into it. Desperately. You’re not gone. You’re not alone. I’m still here. I will still be here. It feels as if the thread trembles. Answering. Small. But alive. And for the first time since she looked at me like a stranger…

His right hand, the one that had held the stick, was still numb. You lost, he told himself. After three years of fighting, of planning, of telling yourself you hated him—you lost. And you're not angry. The thought surfaced like a body breaking through ice. Damian opened his eyes. Stared at the water pooling at his feet. You're not angry. You're relieved. He finally did it. He finally beat me. Now I don't have to pretend anymore. The lights flickered again. Damian turned off the water. The sudden silence was louder than the shower had been. Drips echoed off the tile. The ventilation hummed. And somewhere behind him, near the lockers, he heard something that didn't belong.

“Every breath you take will echo his scream. Every bone you try to heal will remind you of what you destroyed. You’ll never know peace—not while he’s suffering.” I let go. He hit the ground hard, coughing, barely conscious. “Try healing now,” I muttered, already walking away. “No one will find you out here. And if you do survive—pray you never see me again.” The trees closed behind me as I vanished into shadow. Ashiel was hurting. But now… He wasn’t hurting alone.

Damian’s voice echoed faintly in my memory—trust yourself, trust what you’ve fought to become. But what if what I was becoming wasn’t mine at all? What if Ashara’s shadow was already too deep, too consuming? The flames pressed closer, searing the air with molten intensity, demanding an answer I wasn’t ready to give. My hands trembled as I reached out—not for the shard, but for clarity, for something that could anchor me in the storm.

I had been braced against the performance for so long that the absence of it was its own kind of disorientation. "Thank you," I said. I picked up my bag. "I'm going home." "Zara—" "I'm going home, Caleb. That's all for tonight." I walked out into the November air and I kept moving, and I didn't let myself feel anything until I was inside my apartment with the door locked behind me. And then I sat down on the floor right there in the hallway, and I breathed, and I felt the full weight of a man who was possibly, finally, telling me the truth — and understood that the truth arriving this late was its own particular kind of devastation.

Maybe that’s what I deserve. Not escape. Not forgiveness. Just… clarity. **************** I fall asleep sometime after 4 AM. And when I dream, I’m back in that hotel room. She’s standing there in navy blue. Looking at me like I still matter. And I’m saying the words that destroy everything.

“It suits you. Maybe that was your name ! You don’t like it?” I hesitated, staring at the blackened wood I would just pull from the hearth. “I don’t know,” I muttered. “Maybe. Maybe it fits because I feel like something burned down… and all that is left is smoke.” She looked up then, really looked at me. “Sometimes,” she said gently, “ashes are what we rise from.” The words stayed with me long after she left the room. But no name…Ash, Paul, or any other…could fill the void inside me. My head was still a mess of fragments. Whispers in the dark. Screams. A girl crying out. A hand reaching for mine before the fall.

Ashlyn answered since she was not sure where she heard it then asked her mate. “My Escape by Ravenscode.” he answered while smiling before he suddenly made a gesture that surprised Ashlyn and blushed. He just kissed the back of Ashlyn’s hand that he was holding. So tell me you'll be right here with me Hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing Through the good and bad and all in between You're the one I want and the one I need And I know Know