Out Of Ashes, Into His Heart Novels & Stories

As Asha walked away, straight into his car, his unsteady heartbeat reminded him that he had made a wrong choice of words. He was supposed to be seeking her good face but now, his words came out as a threat. He hit the steering wheel multiple times, transferring his frustration onto it. His mind raced back to how he almost died of smoke inhalation but somehow, a brave little girl, had walked right into the fire, coming for him. He owes her his life, his very existence and being.

Mae stood at a crossroads, two branching paths. One, filled with ash and ruin. Everyone she’d come to care about, dead. She stood alone. Eternally alive. The last heartbeat in a dead cosmos. The other, bright and raw and filled with conflict, but also hope. Rebuilding. Healing. Love. In that path, Ashar stood beside her, worn but whole, protective, hers. So did Riven, half smirking, half undone, holding a small child who laughed like a sun reborn.

"Stupid jerk." I felt a pang in my chest. I'm used to being told that I'm a heartless monster, but when it comes from Ash, it gives me a stingy sensation inside. I'm not sure what I'm feeling because this is a first for me. It's quite difficult for me to breathe. Something is pressing against my heart. I used to believe that my heart was just an organ that kept me alive, but now I'm having second thoughts. It aches that he's the same as everyone else. He now sees me as a heartless monster, just like everyone else. However, it is the truth. I am a heartless monster. My vision instantly darkened. Ash's back was the last thing I saw as he walked away. I even heard Yvo call out my name.

I couldn't even unlock my jaw. All the flames in my body began to climb up my limbs, aiming from the center of my chest. The center of my chest where my heart was supposed to be yet there's a huge hole in its place. The fires burned harder, hotter. Please put it out! But as I watched, miraculously, the flames began to spark around the edges of my chest. Fibers began to strengthen. Fleshy fibers became gold and the gold threads began to connect. My heart was healing. The heart Ashterah had destroyed. Good because as soon as my heart heals, I will kill her. I will have her head.

It's like you're in the fire, crying out, jumping for help, trying to find a way out and no matter how hard you try, you still can't break free. Burning in the hot flame, till nothing is left of you. "Then, you know it's not for you and you move on. Hoping to see something better ahead" Ashley's voice was soft and low. Like a spark of wave that hits on her skin softly. "And, you can't know except you try" She pours water into a glass and drinks it.

I could read shock written in bold letters on his dumbfounded face even with my blurred vision. I stood trembling as my branded skin burned, tormenting my wounded soul. Our eyes locked and the bond we once shared flickered faintly like an ember refusing to die, igniting a delicious fire in my heart. Amidst death and ash, I didn’t know whether I wanted to fall into his arms or cry as he sprinted towards me, calling my name. “Watch out, Ash!”

Was he used to feeling nothing? Xenorr’s hand covers Ash, entices and assures the discerning man, tempting him into agreement. Which is more painful, the body or the heart? Is there really a measurement to this question? The Body will suffer and heal but the heart that breaks remains broken and time does not do shit. Time does not heal, you just get used to it over time. “I want to feel alive again” said Asher and for the first time that night hope shone in his eyes.

she continued carefully, “M… what do you feel she was to you, really?” He did not answer immediately, and for a brief moment Aisha thought he might not respond at all, but then he shifted slightly in his chair, as though adjusting something internal rather than physical, and spoke in a tone that carried neither hesitation nor confusion. “She was the only person who stayed long enough for me to believe I was not something broken beyond use,” he said simply. The words settled heavily in the space between them, not because they were dramatic, but because they were ordinary in the way they expressed something profoundly irreversible.

He really was speaking from the bottom of his heart… Why? Why did he have to wait until that moment? It was too late for that! My heart was already broken. Even if we managed to fix it, there would still be a hideous scar on it. My tears rolled down like rain, and the pain I had was mixed with hatred. I pushed him away like a lunatic, telling him to get lost. However, his body weakly fell to the ground, and I was stunned by what had happened so suddenly. I reached out my foot to kick him a little. "Stop playing dead. Yoel? Yoel!"

She had finally found the perfect space she didn't think she needed until now. Joshua soon returned with the cleaning supplies, and together, the Beta and his human Luna, saw to cleansing her new home. # In the forest, Asher crashed from the woods and into the clearing which led to the lake. His knees were finally weakened when his physique chaotically splashed into the water. The ghost was sitting on the edge of the lake, and she smiled sadly. It was tough to leave the man she knew so well and loved so much. Asher splashed his fists into the water and yelled out in a rage. He roared and sobbed out in anger, the veins bordering his neck were stretched and visible.