Rise From The Rubble Novels & Stories

Miko pushed the Hallowed off of Claire, then smiled at her. “I am sorry that I took so long,” she said. “But we are fine now.” Claire cried as she reached out and hugged Miko, who awkwardly wasn’t sure how to reciprocate. So she patted Claire’s back in response. ~ Rocks and broken bricks fell from the top of a pile, tumbled down, and joined the rest of the debris all around the bottom. An arm burst out from within the pile, and pushed some more rocks away. Callie then pulled herself up and out of the debris with a groan, and stood up on shaky legs.

“In her own way, she finally did.” And as they stood there the survivors, the rebuilders the story of Eva Ross ended not with thunder, not with victory, but with a whisper of truth: Even queens fall. But from the ruins, the world learns how to rise again. The city never stopped moving. Not for grief. Not for guilt. Not even for broken empires.

They sculpt what remains. And this this breaking was not going to be my downfall. It was the first movement in a comeback I had finally begun to imagine.

But then, something shifted in the atmosphere as a low, deep groan sliced through the ringing silence. Kane. The brute stirred, twitching a thick-fingered and shaky hand. He slowly pushed himself up onto an elbow, trying to rise from the rubble of his body, and grabbed at the iron bars of a nearby shelf with a white-knuckled grip, using it to haul himself upright. His chest heaved, and when his eyes opened, they burned with a feral, undefeated light. I quickly turned, and there I felt a cold trail of sweat cutting a path down my temple.

Edward grabbed another section of twisted metal. Pulled. Nothing. Again. Still nothing. His injured shoulder screamed. Blood ran freely from his hands. Rain mixed with tears he refused to acknowledge. “Come on.” The words came out as a prayer. A plea. A demand. Anything. The vehicle groaned. Edward froze. For the first time— it moved. Barely. Less than an inch. But it moved. Hope exploded inside him. “Violet!” His voice cracked. “I got it.” Another pull.

Then a painful whistling sound is heard, as if the Angel of Death is swinging his scythe. Boom! A massive explosion hits from the disposal pipe. A devastating wave of heat throws me against the concrete wall. My body aches and goes numb. I can’t feel anything. My skin starts to shrivel and burn. Amid the flames licking around me, I simply close my eyes in surrender. God... if I can come back. I’ll make sure they experience a hell hotter than this... ... ... ... “Hah!!” I jolt awake, gasping for breath, as if my lungs are still filled with black smoke.

That plan wouldn’t work. He wasn’t so sure now that he could take Kiran head on, not after the imprinting he had just witnessed. Kiran was a man now. Ramos crept out of the bushes and circled the clearing, careful not to get too close. He heard the music from the house as they celebrated Adara’s successful resurrection. He ran as fast as he could, all the way back to the tree and pulled his clothes on the moment he shifted. What a waste this trip had been. He was so furious that he could scream.

I will make myself happy and a man will on be an addition to my happiness. Deep within me, a flicker of resolve ignited. I realized it was time to transform my sorrow into strength. Like those resilient seeds waiting in the ash, I too could rise. It was time to reclaim my life from the frailty of grief and rebuild among the ruins—to pull myself from the ashes of my past and carve out a new beginning, one shimmering with the promise of hope.

, how I begged for my life and my unborn child. How I was starved and tortured till I was finally stabbed to death. I will make sure they bleed, till they beg for death I picked up my phone and called Micheal, after a few rings he picked. “It’s time” i said

he cried. I stopped walking and looked at the man who had once been the untouchable prince of Saphira's elite circle. Now, he was nothing more than a mad beggar without an ounce of his former dignity. I felt neither sympathy nor satisfaction at his downfall. The only thing left was a sense of peace, as I had completely let go of the past. I said, "Live well, Wayne. Carry the debt you owe me and spend a long life in the damning swamp you've created for yourself."