Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

I felt the monsters, their pulses thick and jagged and starved. Most of all, I felt power. More than I had ever tapped before. The rage, the fear, the anger, the thirst. It made my limbs vibrate, made my breath catch, and made the rain around me seethe and hum. And in that split second before my magic whirl out, I wrapped my fingers deep into the torrent and screamed. The rain shivered. Changed. I twisted the power and twisted the elements and raindrops became ice, became shards sharper than glass, became hammers that lashed from the sky with sickening velocity.

Outside, the rain turned to ash. The fire had spoken.

At that, Ember turned toward the hearth and stared into the cold ashes. Outside, the rain kept falling. A blessing. A warning. Deep in the crater, something long-forgotten opened its eyes. Not with hunger, not yet. With curiosity. **** POV: Asher. Raven’s Peak, late afternoon He returned with dust still in his hair. No fanfare. No escort. Just Asher, standing at the edge of the town road with his pack slung over one shoulder, the sky above him stretched in gray silence. Ember saw him from the porch and froze.

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.

Soon enough, thick, billowing smoke obscured her face from view. Several bystanders ran up to help, but the intense heat pushed them back. In the end, the car was consumed by flames in front of everyone, leaving behind only a blackened shell. Elise was gone, and the ashes were all that remained of her. When word reached Logan’s ears, he sat in a dimly lit room in long silence. Eventually, he let out a bitter, self-mocking chuckle, but his eyes didn’t hold joy. No matter what became of Elise, Coral wasn’t coming back.

A sound came out of me that I did not recognize. "No!" My body moved before my mind did. I lunged for the urn. Too late. It hit the ground between us. The lid came off. The white ash that had been my father drifted out, light and weightless. It settled on the wet ground, mixing with the dirt. The world stopped. I sat where I had fallen. The white was the only thing I could see. That had been my father. That had been the man who tucked me in when I had a fever, the man who taught me to ride a bike on the road in front of our house, the man who looked at me and said I was the best thing in his life.

Before Rain could speak, Akash throw fireballs at her while her fangs were bare in gritted expression. Rain raised her hands in defense, and used her water element to shield herself and her pack. She isn't attacking. She's just blocking and defending opposite to what Akash has been acting out. She's aggressive. The pack flees in scare. But Rysher, the Lycan just remained calmed, seated on his chair, eating, and watching the duel of water and fire. Really opposites don't get along! He thinks. " I didn't call you!" Rain shouted

I didn't have time to explain the rules! It was my first thought landing in the spiritual landscape of Asher's body. Unlike the colors of the rainbow that I'd experienced in Ransom's, Asher's were predominantly browns, greens, and golds. It reminded me of the forest that sat just beyond the perimeter of the cabin. While I didn't really understand what was happening in his body from a medical perspective, I could see the pieces of his spirit that were at war. The gray and the earth tones were fighting in a swirl of chaos.