Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

Voices Amid the Debris The terrain had been raggedly scarred by the storm. Ash and rubble swirled in erratic patterns beyond the deteriorating walls of their shelter, serving as a sombre reminder of the world's unrelenting deterioration. When Zara awoke from a restless slumber, she saw Kael standing close to a ragged window, his gaze sweeping the bleak sky. "Is there anything out there?" Her voice was still heavy with fatigue as she asked.

“Don't you bring my brother out into this storm! Talk to me!” Cassius didn't soften. He turned his eyes toward Malakai. “What are you waiting for? Fetch him.” “Cassius!” Draven roared, his voice cracking over the sound of thunder. “Fine! I’ll tell you what you want to know! Just leave him out of your damned gang business!” Cassius didn't pull Malakai back. He simply waited, his face an unreadable mask of cold authority. OBI ASHFORD POV The endless rain over the past four days had turned the Ashfang Dominion into a drowned fortress. Gray clouds hung low over the slate roofs, matching the heavy pit in my stomach.

she said again, but the question was different this time. "Because I think you're going to fight for something," Grace Park said. "And because I think whatever you're fighting for, you deserve the full picture." A pause. "And because I made a mess and I can't clean it all up, but I can give you the pieces I have." Zara looked out her office window at the gray February sky. A February she had expected to spend preparing a nursery, telling her parents, beginning to let herself be fully and undefendedly happy.

He adds, and I can tell that it’s more of his wolf speaking than him. “Asher..” I say his name in order to get his attention. It works, and he looks at me. “Your instincts are kicking in, get it together,” I warn him, and he nods. As we get deeper, I feel liquid drop onto my face, and I realize that it’s about to rain. The daylight has run away and now it’s dark. I look up to the sky and I can see faint white dark clouds, along with something that causes me to sigh in frustration.

Then she went on to say, "Ryan, what exactly is going on with the ashes outside? It makes my eyes and throat sting. It wasn't just an ordinary ash storm, right? " "Of course. It was a cursed storm of ashes that the bitch had summoned to kill the humans or persuade us to go hide while her crew of predators restored London with her own blueprints. It was just a rumor, though, and I don't know, maybe it's true. The bitch is evil, that is for sure." "No kidding? A world like that? The ashes felt radioactive or something similar, do you think?" Janet asked the man while surveying the small compartment. "This room is odd, though."

“The only thing separating forest and house is the wide tarred road for the benefit of cars and visitors. They got to the house and Ruke looked upwards. It had become a habit of his but he couldn't help thinking about how big their home was, as they were filthy rich. One of the perks of being immortal was that they had years and years of piling up wealth and they had power at their fingertips. Their only discomfort was that their promised mate was nowhere to be seen. This has been the three brothers' main itch and they had their grudges against the moon goddess for making them wait for far too long. He noticed his brother had been quiet. He turned to look at him and saw a silly grin on Rapha

The Weight of Ashes The world smelled of blood and rain. The storm had come hours after the battle, as if the heavens themselves could no longer bear the stench of death. Now the rain fell softly, washing over the broken fields of Crescent Ridge, streaking the ash-stained earth in gray rivulets.

I felt tears sting my eyes and start to drip down my cheek. Sasha laughed and turned to the others. “Aww, she's crying. Look at her fat flabby arms, guys.” She said, and cackled. I shook my head, as my heart squeezed painfully, threatening to burst with the right pressure. “What do you want from me?” I cried out. “Don't you get it darling? You caused us elites a lot of trouble and we're going to make you pay, and it's going to hurt…very, very badly.”

this was the last thing I would have ever imagined to happen to me, as much as I wouldn't want someone to share my bed with me on a normal day, I still couldn't help it and then invite her over to sleep. "I rather sleep. on the floor at the other end of this warehouse than lay with you together on that thing" she turned and kept moving. "Good luck. I hope you don't die out of far before I find you tomorrow morning" I responded in a sarcastic tone turned my back towards the wall and tried to sleep. Ashley POV "Argh" I screamed out. Frustrated the moment it started to rain, one season I hate so much in my life is the rainy season because of the thunderstorm and the lighting that just makes one

Alisha made her way closer to Andre, resting her head on his shoulder, giving a sigh. “Are you happy?” She asked out loud. Andre and I shared a look, wondering who it was she was asking. I shrugged it off, knowing what kind of conversation was heading our way. Sometimes, when Alisha was under the influence, she would have this epiphany about her life. Sometimes good, sometimes sad… It would just depend on where her head was. “I’m happy,” Andre answered first, resting his head on top of hers. “Raine… are you happy?” Her green eyes were now on me.