Novel & Cerita Rising From The Ashes Book

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

In his hand, he held a torn page from her journal. One word circled in blood: Ashwake. And beneath it: If she rises… protect her from what I became. Even if it means becoming worse

But she wasn’t the girl Nathaniel had tried to destroy. No. That girl was dead. And in her place stood the storm he never saw coming. Everything that had happened in the last few years felt like a fever dream stitched together with pain. The fire. The betrayal. Damien pulling me back from the brink of death. The surgeries. The bandages. The new face. The therapy. And then the planning. So much planning. They thought I died... Well, let them keep thinking it. Ashen Group wasn’t just an empire—it was a weapon. My weapon. Born in the ashes of my old life. Fueled by betrayal and designed to give power back to women who had been crushed, controlled, discarded. Like me.

The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine. My breath caught, my body poised on the edge of surrender. This was more than a trial—it was a crucible, a reckoning. The shard thrummed in my chest, ready to either crown me or consume me. But as I raised my foot toward the circle of fire, one thought cut deeper than all the rest—when the flames closed in, would they honor Selena Cross… or awaken Ashara once and for all?

I know this little dragon doesn’t have to die, not when the power of the Phoenix is resurrection. I watch as the earth dragon pulls heat from the center of the earth, burning his son’s body and then the air dragon lifts his ashes into the sky. Emmi sits back in her mind and watches while I collect Iniko’s ashes from the sky pulling them to the area where my fire burned. The area that is now hot enough to hatch dragon eggs. While the others grieve, I take his ashes and pull them into the glass that was created by my fire. I seal his ashes and his essence into the shape of an egg. Then, I watch as the ashes begin to regrow and reform, coming to life again.

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

She says hugging into me, i take the card from her hands and i open the door then hand it back to her, when i know she's protected I engulf my body in flames and I swing open the door, lines and lines of salt sat across my path, dark mountains ash was glued to the floor. I imagine in the hopes that nobody could break the barrier by accident. Taking a nervous breath I step over it, as I do the salt, the mountain ash and the glue burns to a crisp, breaking the barrier and allowing us to leave.

Jessica looked up from the screen, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, burning intensity. "He thinks I'm a beggar," she said softly, a dark promise curling in her words. "He thinks he can rule the city on my sacrifice. I want to see his face when he realizes his throne is built on sand." "Then let's burn it to the ground," I replied. I extended my hand to her. Jessica didn't hesitate. She reached out, her small, pale hand wrapping firmly around mine. The alliance was forged in the shadows of the past, and as I looked into her determined eyes, I knew Davis Vance had no idea the monster he had just awakened.

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."