Rising From The Ashes Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1 THIRD PERSON'S POV The wind howled through the trees like a grieving widow, low and sharp as it swept across the borderlands. Aria Ashborne stood on a jagged outcrop of stone, her cloak snapping around her ankles as she surveyed the distant shimmer of firelight in the valley below. Another rogue camp. Another reminder that the world she once knew had turned its back on her She hadn't been Alpha-blood in years-not since the day they dragged her father into the Council pit and branded him a traitor.

Finally, the resistance disappeared entirely, and she was left holding nothing but a heavy pile of gray ash. A sudden breeze swept across the ground, lifting the dry remains of the Alpha's spirit and carrying them away into the distance. As the last of the ash vanished, a bright, warm sunlight began to break through the clouds, washing over the gray, dull world around us. The dry lakebed filled with clear, blue water, green grass sprouted rapidly from the dirt, and a sudden wave of vibrant life bloomed in every direction.

“I once lived beneath the shade of a tree, protected from the sun. “Then the tree fell, the winds came, and I was left without shelter. “So I learned to grow my own forest. “To put down my own roots. “To rise again from a wasteland of ashes.” A faint smile touched her lips. “Where everything has burned away, life begins anew year after year. “This is From the Ashes. “And this is who I am now.” She no longer needed a lighthouse. She no longer needed a knight. If the mountains and oceans left her no path, she would create a world of her own.

Pastor Gideon praying over me after, hands trembling, voice too even, too careful. I'd buried it because facing it hurt too much. The silver wasn't some curse hanging over me. It was what happened when I broke. “Trauma threshold exceeded,” the voice says, calm as anything. “Activation protocol initiated to preserve agency.” “You saved me,” I whisper. “Incorrect. I anchored you.” Milo nods like he's explaining something obvious. “It doesn't save people. It stops them from vanishing completely.” Ruby drops into a chair, face white. “Jesus. They didn't just pick you. They smashed you and hoped you'd stay in pieces.”

Endless flames and demonic beasts poured out from the rift, plunging the mortal world into chaos and suffering. My father collapsed to his knees, looking at the devastation in despair. He knelt before me, weeping in remorse. “I’m sorry, Queenie. I’m really sorry. I wronged you and your mother, but these people are innocent. If you must kill, kill only me. Please spare them.” “They’re innocent, yet I’m not?” I laughed. “Did I deserve to have my one thousand years of cultivation destroyed? Did I deserve to be reduced to nothing? Did I deserve to die?”

My chest burned. Milo. My baby. My joy. My shadow. Gone. I closed my eyes. And wished the sea had taken me, too. But it didn’t. And that meant something. It meant I was still here. Which meant Ethan and Sienna hadn’t finished the job. Which meant I still had something they didn’t expect me to have. Time. And vengeance. Because ashes don’t bleed. But they remember how to burn.

It looked to have been abandoned long ago. A chill ran down her spine as if someone was watching her. 'Astasha.' That voice. It came from everywhere and nowhere. She had heard it before, and again it made her heart pound in her chest. 'It has begun. Everything that was shall burn. A new world will rise from the ashes. Seek for your answers here. Embrace the truth, Astasha. Set the darkness free.’ Her breath was labored, her blood pumping in her ears. Slowly, she raised her gaze to one of the many towers, and through its window, she met a pair of eyes, swirling black, that reached into her soul.

"They use runes on you. They mute my abilities with chemicals. Gets me high in the process. Now, it's wearing off and everything is setting back in. They'll sneak up here any second and shoot me up again, even though my abilities aren't a danger to anyone but myself in this state." "What abilities?" I asked, unable to stop myself. "I'm descended from your people. I'm human, but I got the ability to feel and slightly control people's emotions, if they're unaware of it." My eyes widened a little. "The sense of calm from earlier, when I felt like I was going to lose it over my brother..."

' My Daemon makes a stupid suggestion. 'I can’t do something like that! It goes against everything I believe in... You too, asshole! I reply to my spiritual side in anger. His only response is his ironic, bastardly laugh. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!