Out Of Ashes, Into His Heart Novels & Stories

Before them was the darkness of the woods, the pain of the past, and a fragile sliver of hope. Ashiel took a deep breath and stepped forward, the first to enter the shadows. “Let’s go find what we lost,” he said. And together, they walked into the waiting trees, leaving the watching world behind.

Her sobs were echoing in the whole room; she was surprised how no one had tried to break the door with the amount of noise they were making or maybe others were not able to hear anything at all. A possibility. Who knows? Unknowingly she tried to step ahead but her broken foot made her scared in pain as she looked at Roy. The reflection of the love they say is beautiful but this time it was not for him; it was for the human body that was about to leave this world behind; it was supposed to be him; this belonged to him but he forgot... he forgot he was just a spirit. Ash's heart rate started dropping really fast as he took deep breaths; " Ash, You... you can't leave me... " She somehow dragged

'Maria' pressed, a glimmer of hope threaded into her words. "I wish it were that simple," Asher admitted, his countenance marked by a profound resignation, as though he had traversed the arduous terrain of searching and ultimately surrendered to the weight of defeat. "She vanished into the shadows of obscurity," he added, his gaze bearing the weight of a past he could neither alter nor escape. Weariness draped his words, a testament to the fruitless quest that had thus far consumed him.

I had to My mind was running wild what was the next thing I was going to hear How bad could it be I don't want his protection not this time. Not his protection that I built on lies that later come up to surface, lies that later break me. I'm burning the remnant of myself how?… how? How do I build a new version of myself from the ashes when the ash were blown away by the breeze Build yourself from the ashes so he says but then there are no ash of me that remains

But it was impossible not to remember. “I’m sorry, Asher. I’m so sorry...” Asher had spent two years building himself back from ashes. He’d changed his name, his country, his entire world, just to never feel that kind of devastation again. And now? He was watching the same man who destroyed him… being destroyed. There was a part of him, a darker, colder part, that almost welcomed it. Good. Let him see what it feels like to be burned alive. But the rest of him?

It was a look of such profound, devastating apology that it broke Ash’s heart more than any psychic attack could. "He’s moved past the shadows," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The darkness only built his bones. Now he needs the light to give them life. He needs the only thing left that carries any weight in this world." "What?" Ash asked, reaching the base of the altar and grasping the edge with his raw, blackened fingers. "What does he want? Take it. Just let her go!"

[Raven] TW: Readers’ discretion advised. * * * ‘No potion was potent enough to heal his heart, so he drank poison and kept drinking it everyday ever since. Not to kill the pain, but to suffer an illusion and call it a cure that just made him sicker. And he found solace in that sickness, his lantern heart flickering with flames of pride, but a drizzle of blood was enough to douse it off.’ *** I started the car; the engine growling. My fingers rested loosely on the steering wheel as I shifted gears. Just as I was about to drive out of the parking lot, I saw Asher standing in my way near the exit.

It felt like a sledgehammer had slammed into his chest, his heart threatening to burst. "W-When did you enter my city? How?"

"It wasn't your fault…” "This isn't my past, Daisy," he said, his voice bitter. "This is my present, my reality. My heart has been ripped out and thrown away. There's nothing left." He rested his hand on his chest, and I imagined a dark, empty void where his heart should have been. No matter how I try to hold his hand and pull him out of the darkness he has locked himself in, Asher seems not to care less. It's like he was born for the darkness and doesn't need to be saved from it.

Asher’s heart began to beat faster as he gathered up the courage to know. His heart wasn’t beating from fear but from the fear of his recent failure. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hoping to hear the queen was asleep, at least then he would quickly go home. He knocked again but this time a voice replied from inside. “Come in.” The voice said. Asher’s heart sank as he took a step towards the door, and slowly pushed it open. Asher waited as the door opened and he walked into the almost dark chamber.