Rise Up From The Ashes Novels & Stories

CAIN (Listen to HUSHH by AViVA for the vibe) Yona soared higher and higher, weaving in fluid motions through the sky. She was breathtaking, her dark hair fanning out behind her as her wings flexed and contracted; the appendages catching the light and revealing their true colors. She had come for me, I hadn’t thought she would; a broken man like me had nothing to offer her. The soul tie thrummed in my chest, demanding I go to her but I fought it; I knew it was useless and that it was dooming both of us. As time went on I became weaker, sicker and I knew she was suffering the same fate. It was selfish of me, but I couldn’t seem to help it, everytime I even thought of the tie, Verity's face sw

Not relief. Reentry. And as the van pulled away, engine humming down the mountain road, Aria whispered into his mouth: “You can’t rise from ashes if you’re still afraid to burn.” Cassian kissed her again. And somewhere behind them, the river caught fire Not from flame. From memory. And that was enough.

She laughed as she let me carry on leading her to the gun range. “Hey, you are the one who is more likely to know what boss’s sexual traits are” I laughed. “Well, he had not spanked me yet” She giggled “Its still early days though” “Oh my God Charlotte, who are you and what have you done with the sweet girl we saved from death?” “She’s been reborn baby” She puffed out her chest and grinned at me. “Like a beautiful phoenix” “And I will burn any fucker who tries to hurt me”

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

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.

"Okay, Angela. We'll leave together." … Three days later, Silas flew to Helvetia for an academic conference. The very next day, I signed my discharge papers. Wayne arranged for an ambulance to take me directly to Kingspoint Hospital. The first time I met Richard Charrick was in the ICU consultation room. He flipped through my medical files, his frown deepening with every page. "Chemical inhalation injury from ten years ago, followed by pulmonary fibrosis… What kind of treatment have you been using all these years?"

“We’re with you.” Arla closed her eyes, repeating the riddle silently: "I rise from ash but do not burn." That’s rebirth. "I lead the lost, yet never turn." A guide… always moving forward. "My wings are seen in sky and flame." Wings in the fire, the air... "Speak my title. Speak my name." She breathed in deeply. Then she placed her hand over the tidepool and whispered: “Phoenix.”

Christine’s POV The morning of the company launch dawned crisp and clear, the kind of day that promised new beginnings. I stood by the window of my apartment, clutching a steaming mug of coffee, watching the city stir below. The skyline glittered with possibility, but my heart was a knot of nerves. Today was the day we’d been working toward for months, really. The launch of Cristainternational, my tech company, the company I’d poured my soul into. Everything was ready, the team was prepped, the presentations polished, the venue decked out in sleek, modern decor. Ashley, my acting CEO, would take center stage, her charisma carrying the event as we’d agreed. I’d stay in the shadows, invisible,

The atmosphere was peaceful, yet powerful, as strangers became a community, bound together by their shared concern for one person as they sang along to ‘Rise up’, by Andra day. “You’re broken down and tired of living life on a merry go-round…” “And you can’t find the fighter, but I see it in you, so we're gonna walk it out…” “Move… mountain, we're gonna walk it out…” “Move… mountain…” “And I’ll rise up, I’ll rise like the day, I’ll rise up, I’ll rise unafraid, I’ll rise up, and I’ll do it a thousand times again…” “And I’ll rise up, high like the waves, I’ll rise up, in spite of the ache, I’ll rise up, and do it a thousand times again…”

Abuja stretched before her,merciless, magnificent, and unchanged. But something inside her wasn’t buried anymore. It had surfaced, raw, pulsing, alive. Ashes don’t stay buried. They rise. They whisper. And sometimes… they start to breathe again.