Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

The next day came in a blaze of red and orange, the sky above had completely lost its blue hue and was left with a red tint as if reflecting all the blood that was being spilt around them. Looking up Elaina squinted her eyes as she spotted what looked like ash beginning to fall. "Ash storm?" She murmured holding out a hand and allowing some of the grey substance to land on her palm. "The end is getting nearer." Beside her Chase sucked in a harsh breath, "What did you say?"

Asia asked, the softness contradicting the brutality on the floor, "Why can't I kill them?"

Author's POV Emerald was still on the ground, rain was pouring on her like it was equally angry as Egon. She didn't mind, misery is a part of life. Egon was watching her from the window, and she was drenched in rain. Water was making a puddle around her, yet she wasn't moving. He also knew that she could hardly move due to her weakness. She wasn't passed out yet, he could see her eyes blinking. She was just silently mourning for her sister's death.

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.

to me. A salty breeze drifted in through the half-open window, carrying the scent of the sea. In this unfamiliar city, the past slowly blurred, fading into the distance. It turns out, even the deepest love and the fiercest hatred will eventually be worn down by time into nothing but a sigh. But some sighs come far too late. Outside the window, snowflakes fell in silence, like shattered stardust scattered by fate, lighting the road that led me to my new life. The End

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.

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

As they exited the small house and stepped back into the park, they moved with a newfound confidence. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the park, Drake and Jeff were ready. Their clothes and gear were not just a facade; they were a representation of their commitment to the cause. As the trio entered the car, a tense atmosphere seemed to settle in. Simon took the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel with determination. The rain pelted against the windshield, creating a rhythmic pattern that seemed to echo the urgency of their mission. The city outside appeared somber, the rain casting a grayish hue over the streets and buildings. It was as if the