Out Of Ashes, Into His Heart Novels & Stories

All of them flickered through me, and the power drank deep from each emotion they stirred. I dropped to my knees with a gasp, eyes wide. And still, Ash didn’t let go. “Feel that?” he whispered, crouching beside me. “That’s the real you. Not some little wolf in heat. Not a mate-marked pawn. Not a curse.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against my temple. “That,” he said, “is a goddess being born.”

"I'll have him rip your heart out! I'll have him execute you in front of the whole pack!" I wiped the blood from the pin and fixed it back in my hair. "Do your worst."

he replied, voice rough with emotion. Hearing the word pool , Ivy immediately recalled everything that happened and fear gripped her as she had flashbacks of her struggling inside the depth of the pool. “I thought I was going to die, it was so horrible…” He shook his head, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re not going anywhere, I am sorry for not protecting you very well but please don't go near the pool again , how did you even fall in ? ” Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, then she recalled being pushed into the pool.

I had no interest in listening to him any longer. “Didn’t you say your arm was gone? It looks perfectly intact to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, his other arm thudded to the ground as well. Amid his agonized screams, parts of his body were torn away piece by piece until he was reduced to nothing, executed in the cruelest way possible. With my vengeance complete, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled me. Queenie Aasen, who once cared for the world and acted with selfless righteousness, was gone.

God help her, she did. And love in a house built on ashes was the most dangerous fire of all.

Nia’s voice was barely above a whisper, her heart racing as the weight of the moment settled over her. Ash’s brow furrowed, a deep line of concentration creasing his forehead. "I don’t know," he admitted, his voice low, the vulnerability in his words disarming. "But I feel... something. When I saw you, heard you speak my name—it's like a piece of me was unlocked. Something I lost, something I shouldn’t have forgotten." Nia’s breath caught in her throat. The boy she had once known, the one who had protected her, was still buried beneath the layers of conditioning and bloodshed. But a part of him—maybe the last part of him that was still Ash—was trying to break free.

I crawl backward until my spine hits the wall again. He found the window.He found me.And he wasn’t even trying. A harsh wind howls outside.Then Ruby’s scream cuts through the night. My heart stops. “RUBY!” No answer.Just wind.Just snow.Just the Winter King’s promise burning in my mind like a brand: Soon.

He leaned down until his lips were brushing against her forehead, his cool skin absorbing the feverish warmth of her grief. "I did not know," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough and uneven. "When I entered the gray quiet all those centuries ago, I believed there was nothing left of me to give. I thought my heart was a hollow tomb, and that my passing would leave no shadow behind. I never imagined... I never dreamed the universe would send me a miracle in a plain black shirt, holding the missing pieces of my own broken soul."

Whenever I heard it an instant calm was given to my soul to know she held a shred of love in her heart for me- unlike me. Upon hearing it, I bit my cheek to contain my anguish inside me, my heart felt heavy. When it gives me tranquility, the weight of these words gives me intense agony. I closed my eyes to not let the tears which are threatening to fall out and leaned back on my seat. “You have lost her in resentment. Don’t neglect them in repentance.” Ashley whispered, trying to guide me about what to do. I exhaled and nodded, “I know. I won’t make the same mistake twice.” I replied in a broken whisper. “I can’t lose them.”

“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.