Rising From The Ashes Novel Andrew Novels & Stories

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.

My blood flamed at hus touch. "What us wrong with you Ashley? Why the sudden change of attitude towards him? Are you..."

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.

Julianne stared down, deep in her own thoughts with her legs crossed on Marianne’s bed. She recalled the earlier encounter at the boy’s dormitory and she felt a cold chill run through her, causing goosebumps on her skin. At least she had thought Cassian was still somewhere close to good, because they shared a secret, but turns out that he is just like every of the others out there…another version of Shane. It’s only after they get what they want that they dispose someone off, not caring about what happens after and not caring the consequences of their actions. It’s sad.

Ethan believed I killed her. And somewhere out there, the truth was still walking free. I sat back down slowly. My hands rested in my lap. They were still shaking. But something else was there now. Something new. Not hope. Not fear. Something harder. They thought this was the end for me. They thought they had already decided my story. They were wrong. I lifted my head and stared at the blank wall in front of me. My chest rose slowly. Fell. Rose was dead. And they were going to make me pay for it.

She said, strutting closer, just as Michael stood up from the ground. He pulled her closer to himself, replying, “It's as right as the right hand can be.” I pushed myself up from the ground, stumbling back a few steps in the process. “What is going on? I don't understand.” They both continued to stare at each other, like I wasn't there. Suddenly, it started to rain. It wasn't a light rain, it was pouring heavily. Darkness spread across the sky. I looked around me for shelter, but there was absolutely nothing in sight. I wondered how we ended up in a place without shelter. I decided to run, I would possibly find a spot to use as shelter until the rain stopped.

The sender was anonymous. I guessed it was probably a former colleague still bitter about Trehill, or someone wanting to see Daniel humiliated. I stared at the photo for a few seconds. There was no satisfaction or pity, only a near-calm indifference. The mountain that once crushed me had long since eroded into a heap of dust by the roadside, unnoticed. And I had crossed that mountain, now seeing a wider world beyond. I hit delete and blocked the number. Some images aren’t worth keeping, just like how some people didn’t deserve space in memory.

"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?"

After making sure Alice was sound asleep, Andrew slowly moved her head onto the pillow and gazed at her beautiful face with a blank expression. "I promise to make you happy, Liz," Andrew mumbled to himself. Carefully, Andrew got up from the bed and took his phone and cigarettes from the nightstand. He brought them to the balcony of the room. With the sparkling city lights of Jakarta as the backdrop, Andrew sat in the chair. He then lit a cigarette to calm his mind. For quite some time, Andrew wrestled with the dark night. Then Andrew let the breeze embrace his solitude, hoping it could calm the extraordinary turmoil that currently dominated his heart.

**Shadows of the Aftermath** The Price of Victory Smoke still clung to Ayesha’s skin as she stood at the edge of the burning wreckage. The Genesis Facility was nothing more than twisted steel and crumbling debris, the flames licking at the night sky like some kind of funeral pyre. And yet… Something inside her felt uneasy. Zayn stood beside her, hands on his hips, his breathing still ragged from the escape. "We should be celebrating, right?" Ayesha didn’t answer.