Rising From The Ashes Novel Andrew Novels & Stories

“Do not make me the reason you kept going. That is a heavy burden to put on someone like me.” Escuridade finally met Escuro’s red eyes again, her expression softening despite herself. “I did not ask to be your hope, Escuro. I just wanted to survive.” She reached out then, her fingers brushing against his sleeve, a tentative, grounding touch. “You had this spark in you,” he said stepping closer. “The curiosity I saw in myself before all this started. A fierce desire for more. And you ignited that spark in me.” She felt the heat rise in her chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the flickering candles. She looked up at him, her purple eyes wide and shimmering with an emotion she usually k

“I’m ready. I want this revenge, Andrew. Not just for me anymore. For our babies too.” He smiled, that genuine, warm smile that always made me feel protected. “Then let’s build an empire together.” As we stood side by side watching the Paris lights, I felt something shift inside me. The weak, desperate woman who had collapsed on the street was slowly disappearing. In her place was someone new. Someone stronger and dangerous. But deep down, a small voice whispered: What if Andrew isn’t as perfect as he seems? I pushed the thought away. Right now, he was my savior. And I needed him.

It was the end of Andrew. The fire rose higher and left only smoke and ash. For me, it was the end of a dark past. It was also the start of something new. Everything went back to normal within two months. Charlotte healed and left to study abroad. Alexander went back on being king. Zac decided to explore the world. After everything had happened, he realized life is too short to not do the things that would make him happy. So he decided to follow his heart and find the palace that he wants for himself.

"Of course." His hand lingered at my neck, thumb grazing the necklace. The leash. But under the weight of his touch, a spark burned low in my chest 🔥. Because for the first time, I wasn’t only surviving. I was plotting. Tiny. Quiet. Invisible. But it was there. And if Andrew had seen through me so easily… maybe, just maybe, the world outside these walls wasn’t as blind as Arrow thought. --- ✅ Chapter 20 closes here: Palmer removes the necklace (her first tiny act of rebellion).

It glistens off my flesh, contaminating the new dress that adorns my body. It feeds the agony within me, causing a torrent of tears to spill down my cheeks. I don't understand why anyone would do this to me. I am not a bad person. I know I’m not perfect, but I also know that I don’t deserve this. No one does! Everything I had has gone into my bakery; my sweat, blood, and tears… Everything! Now, what am I meant to do? How does someone rise from the ashes and rebuild their empire? The smell of burning ingredients and gas becomes toxic, and exploding glass sears through the air.

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.

The black mist surged in like a flood, crashing over Andrew from every direction, wrapping him in suffocating darkness. Andrew's heart sank. But then, deep inside him, from somewhere untouched by the corruption, a soft, milky-white glow began to rise. At the exact moment, the totem mark on his chest flared to life, burning bright and fierce, flooding him with raw, cleansing power. Andrew threw his head back and roared. A massive pillar of light erupted from his body and shot straight into the sky. "What?" Byron's scream tore through the black mist, laced with horror and disbelief.

CHAPTER 27 Morning arrived, not with a gentle touch, but simply, quietly. The first hint of gray light, like a muted watercolor wash, seeped through the penthouse blinds, stretching long, indistinct stripes across the rumpled sheets. Andrew was already awake, perched on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, his phone held loosely but unlooked at. The screen’s cool, sterile glow reflected in his eyes, a stark blue against the room's deepening shadows.

My hands instinctively pushed down his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt which revealed his glorious body. What followed the night was a beautiful passionate night with love and euphoria. *Flashback over* Third person POV Faith was caught off from her memory when she saw Andrew leave the car. They were already at the hotel. Andrew opened her side of the door and gently grabbed her hand and helped her get up from the seat. The swedish-american girl stumbled a bit but he caught her just in time and held her by the waist. Just like the flashback. He guided me to the elevator and pressed the button on the floor their room is on. The whole box was silent. Andrew was also close to her. She smelled a