Rising From The Ashes Book Novels & Stories

"Didn't you eventually become one of them? I came across a book on the internet that had your writing style, and I assumed it was your book because the storyline was the same as the one you had described to me when we we always played together at that time." "What exactly was the title of that book?" Esme inquired in the vain hope that it was not hers. "The Reborn Queen and a Life Spent in Revenge." Izayah answered. "In point of fact, it is owned by me." Esme could not fathom why she should maintain the pretense that the book was not hers to own. She can't even recall the reason why she hid her identity in the first place, but even if she could, she doesn't believe it was anything particular

Standing completely victorious, Violet turns away from her ruined family. Soren stands right beside her, his heart swelling with immense pride as he admires her incredible bravery and fierce strength. He can't take his eyes off her. Watching from the floor, Chloe’s eyes burn with toxic jealousy as she sees the deep, worshipful way the country's most powerful billionaire gazes at her stepsister. She is so mad and wonders why good things happens to Violet all the time. "First, Derek, now Soren Ashwood?! Why her?!" Chloe vents within, watching how Soren's eyes stayed glued on Violet.

“They’ll remember who rules them now.” He kissed my temple. “And they’ll never dare touch you again.” Not every crown is forged from gold. Some are built from ashes. And I—Ashyrel of the Phoenix Throne—rose from every one they lit beneath me. Let this be a warning. Queens don’t beg. We reign. ---

It was just that Aaliyah had grown stronger. She’d had no choice. She’d lost everything she’d thought mattered to her, as surely as if she’d set her life on fire. But it turned out she was a phoenix because she’d learned how to rise up anyway. These days, she thought of the fire as the thing that had made her, not destroyed her. And all this was, she thought as she wound around the side of the mountain again and saw that stone-cut building before her in the gloom, was a little bit of leftover ash. Easily enough given over to the wind, then hopefully forgotten.

For once, Kira was grateful for a shitty work ethic. She couldn’t tell if they were gone yet, but the fire in her lungs from lack of oxygen forced her to act. Kira started to dig; the soil loose around her. It took effort to claw her way to freedom only because she was still healing from the bullet wound in her neck. Dizzy from lack of air and blood loss, she fought her way to the surface. When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt.

"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."

Xavier raises an eyebrow before responding, “did your brother not saying anything to you about coming here?” I begin to think back to the moments leading up to waking up in the opulent bedroom. That’s when it hits me. I begin to get flashbacks of the attack. Suddenly I find breathing to be difficult. My head begins to spin. I feel so dirty. I want to rid myself of the clothes on my body and burn them. I want to shower until the water runs cold, in hopes that the water can cleanse my skin. I begin to see stars, and collapse onto the ground in hysterics.

I held my breath for a long minute, wondering whether it would come back to take me off guard but when after a while of laying there unmoving and not feeling that ache, my breathing turned back to it's normal pattern. I brought my hand over my face, wiping away the sweat that I was covered with.I slowly left the bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. My mind goes back to Elysia.I had thought her presence in my life didn't matter, her absence wouldn't either but fate proved it wrong.Her accepting the rejection smacked me across the face, shattering my ego and beliefs. The fact that she saw my car crashing, yet didn't care to stop tugged at my heart painfully.That's when the pain sta

“Perhaps the ashes have borne fruit after all.” But Justina knew the battle was far from over. The ashes held more than remnants of destruction they held the possibility of rebirth, reclamation,and power. And she intended to rise from them, stronger than ever, unbroken, untouchable. Carson’s hand found hers once more, a tether against the chaos. “We survive this,” he said firmly. “We rise from the ashes together.” Justina’s gaze met his, fierce and unwavering. “Together,” she confirmed, every ounce of fear transmuted into determination.

Shifting. Inside me. Harrow had been the anchor. But Ember? She was the spark. And it had just fallen. Into my blood. Into my bones. I looked at Alex. At Bellion. At the world breaking apart beneath our feet. And I saw the truth I'd never had the courage to speak. This wasn't survival anymore. It was choosing who got to write the next page. And if that was to set it all on fire? Then let it burn. Because I'd already learned how to rise from ash.