Rise Up From The Ashes Novels & Stories

The citizens, caught in the fervor of the moment, found solace and strength in their shared commitment to safeguarding their future. Rhesus, standing amidst the fervent assembly, absorbed the energy pulsating from the crowd. He raised his hand, acknowledging the support, and the crowd responded with an uproar of approval. "To the halls of resistance, we march!" Rhesus proclaimed, his voice carrying over the sea of faces. "Let this day be remembered as the birth of our defiance!"

And this is not a luck story. People like to believe that men who rise from nothing do so because fate intervenes or opportunity appears at the right moment. Maybe that happens for some people. It didn’t happen for me. Instead, my beginnings were marked by betrayal—a family that should have been my foundation became my first battlefield. Before I understood or could describe it, I was fighting wars I never asked for. I was born into a lie. I didn’t know it yet.

They wondered how someone so young could build such an impressive reputation in antiquities and stone gambling, making them question if some people were truly born under lucky stars. "I lost… I lost again," Aspen laughed bitterly, her face deathly pale. The higher her confidence had soared before, the more crushing her defeat felt now. Typically, as the proud heiress of Bridgefields' Stevens family, Aspen would never admit defeat. However, Andrew's final move with the Blood Phoenix Cicada completely shattered her pride and confidence.

Once he was done, Asher sighed deeply, feeling an excitement boil in his chest, as he couldn't wait to welcome his son home. Asher's eyes looked out the nursery's window. The sun had begun setting in the west, and in the east, the full, grey moon began rising above the clouds. Standing at the second story of his mansion, Asher could see over the pine trees of the forest that bordered the east end of his pack grounds. He approached the window and looked out onto the world before him. Birds could be heard singing their last tunes for the day. Asher looked down on the village area below him. The children were being called in by their mothers as the evening began settling its dark shade in the s

Sophia POV The two of them raised their heads and bowed briefly to Perseus and Achilles, Andreas' expression that of someone who doesn't know what to do. "Relax." "I've never been a fan of this hierarchy stuff." I smiled and then looked at the screen, realizing that it was a plot of land seen from above, some houses had been destroyed, as well as the farms, the road that should come here and also a forest around it. The more I look at those images, the more they seem familiar. It's not as if I've seen this before, but it's a feeling of déjà vu, that I've seen something like this before. I feel Perseus' hand on my back and he smiles.

Ashara’s black eyes met hers. “Of ruin. Of fire. Of the world that once was.” And far below, in the shadows of the valley, the Prophetess raised her hands and whispered: **“Let the ashes rise.”**

Try me with your best weapon, Break me with your strongest blow, Stab me with your sharpest knife, Make me bleed till you heart enraptures. Keep repeating till you leave nothing of me Till I am brought down to ashes. But when you stop, When your hands worn out, When your happiness reaches the seventh cloud. Then will I play my Ace. Then will be my time to rise. To rise from my own ashes. Then will be my time to bring you as down as high you went.

This time, he was determined not to let anyone mess it up—not their parents, their families, their friends—no one. As Rome’s hands ran down her body, Ella surrendered to his kiss. She was no longer a girl locked away in a dark attic. She had walked out of a tomb, reborn and ready to fight for the man she loved.

Nobody deserved that type of treatment. “I’ll be fine. I’m not in the same position as before,” I said with much more confidence than I had recently felt. “If you can trust bringing them into your pack then I trust your judgement.” He was surprised by my answer. Honestly, I was as well. A phoenix died, turning into ash. Then from the ashes it would rise, anew. Perhaps it was time to find a way for the husk of Octavia – the current me – to find a way to change, to rise up from the ashes.

And she was shuddering--and then with one heavy surge of force went forth from her centre. Frightful it burst through the walls, the roof, the skies like a torch of fire and soul. Up over the house rolled the flames, a spiral visible all the way to a distance of miles. Wolves howled in the valley. Birds screamed into flight. Magic responded with a chorus of color across the horizon. Ashley burst in, eyes wide. “What was that?” I was still on the ground, staring at her. Azaria. Still unconscious. But breathing again.