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Asher had crashed into a building, bringing it down instantly. As he got up, he stared at the people in front of him and then he heard the voice in his mind. ‘Yes Asher, go on, kill them, kill them all. They killed her, they took her from you. Kill all of them, show them what you are made of.’ His eyes were pitch black and raising his hand, more buildings set ablaze. Screams of pain filled everywhere and although Edward tried to quench the fire, more buildings kept burning and with each passing second, countless wolves fell to their death.

Ashara’s black eyes met hers. “Of ruin. Of fire. Of the world that once was.” And far below, in the shadows of the valley, the Prophetess raised her hands and whispered: **“Let the ashes rise.”**

he says quietly, “that’s where we finish this. Only if you say so.” “I’ll say so,” I answer. “When the world deserves it.” --- POV: Ashmouth --- They buried me under Solara and called it mercy. They call me Ashmouth because prophecy burned my tongue and left smoke where words should be. I don’t die. I rot. I watch. When Hollowfire meets Hollowblood without a priest between them, my chains ache. The silver cracks a hair’s width. I taste light through stone. Laugh until dust falls from the ceiling.

Chapter Thirteen – Ashes on the Road The road stretched endless beneath a bruised sky, dust curling into the air with each faltering step. Adrian’s boots ground against gravel and ash, dragging over ruins that had once been villages, homes, lives. Pain radiated from his ribs, the bullet graze still raw beneath the filthy bandages he had wrapped himself in. Every inhale flared like fire through his lungs.

Her face started turning purple as she started to choke on the bed spread in her mouth. Damon finally stopped biting her neck and instead focused on choking her with the bedspread. It didn't take long for Anastasia to start gagging as she started feeling her soul leaving her body. Meanwhile Mr and Mrs Williams were behind the door , wondering if they should open the door because Anastasia seemed to have been shouting from pain. "Adam I think we should open the door something doesn't seem right , Anastasia was screaming but she became quite all of a sudden, please let's open the door to make sure she is alright "Mrs Williams said and Mr Williams sighed.

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

The sunlight caught in the crimson liquid, and for a moment, I saw it as blood swirling in crystal. This was not just about a photo. It was about pressure. About creating cracks in their perfect façade until the whole structure came crashing down. I took a slow sip and stared out at the skyline. Somewhere across the city, Delilah was burning with humiliation, Jackson was calculating excuses, and Rosaline was scrambling to protect herself. Exactly as I wanted. They thought they had buried me. They thought they had erased me. I smiled into my glass. Let’s see how you survive the storm I have set loose.

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.

she confessed, still crying and shaking with fear, and I could feel she was telling the truth. "What can you tell us about the ash?" I asked her, and she bowed her head. "At first, it was meant to cover the atmosphere, but we later found it was feeding off the life of the earth and every living thing. Now they have released new ash that, if inhaled for too long, the victims will turn into those things. It is not only wolves that the Fire and Ash coven is killing, witches too," she said. I stepped away from her and left her crying and shaking on the floor. I looked at Desiree to see if she believed her. Desiree nodded that the girl was being sincere, and I pinched the bridge of my nose out of

"The power is right there, Lola. All you have to do is reach out and take it." An image full of blood and death flashed through my mind. Asher's cold corpse lying on the ground, his blood watering the earth. Breyona and Giovanni, sprawled out in the middle of a battle feild, their fingers intertwined as they met at death's doors. Sean, Dad, Grandma, Mason, Zeke, Bran. All of them scattered across a battle feild, the grass a brilliant shade of scarlet. Birds circling up ahead, lured by the smell of blood and death. Buildings burned and reduced to rubble, shards of class littered along sidewalks and deserted roads. The packhouse bright with flames, crackling as the heat devoured every trace. A