Turned To Ashes Novels & Stories

Then they crumbled to dust like sand, leaving nothing but an empty, burnt husk. Victoria looked around at the scene before her with a mixture of shock, disgust, and confusion, her mouth dropping open in horror. She was still standing where she had been frozen before, but now she was covered in ashes. As the black particles drifted gently up and down with each gust of wind, the ash swirled around her head. Even her hair, which was normally thick and black, was disintegrating under the constant onslaught of ashes floating about. With every second, her entire body turned into a cloud of swirling black ashes. Soon her clothes became as well, her shoes becoming indistinguishable from the blacknes

This time, I sent him all the light magic powers I had in Me, screaming. "This is for Lyla" his expression changed when he heard Lyla, but I couldn't care I gave it all I had. I didn't stop until I started seeing the darkness disappear little by little until I could see them no more. Zane ended up turning to Ash and evaporating just as the darkness.

This time—it would burn him alive. He roared, spreading his arms wide open and screamed, “Then end me!” The light erupted— And once more, nothing happened. No flame, no sound, only silence enveloped the atmosphere. Instead, the letters in his grasp turned to ash. The ash swirled upward and formed words in the air: “I was always writing to you; you just never read.” Vincent staggered back, gasping for breath, and whispered. “Camela…” The ashes fell gently as the grave fell silent once again.

My eyes twinkled. It felt nice that he knew my name and even called me. My hands fell to my sides, my face not flickered over Mira's reflection and permanently. My eyes rolled, words felt heavy. I coughed blood and muttered weakly before darkness engulfed me. “The master.”

I felt nothing, only smooth skin. A shaky breath escaped me. “I died…” The words sounded foreign out loud, but it was true. I know that I died, because how much can one imagine life slipping out of their body? You don’t hallucinate the weight of betrayal like that. But then again, I was back. “I’m back.” The realization settled slowly, like dust after chaos. As much as it didn't make sense, it was coming together and I was accepting it. The weirdest part was seeing a dead man alive and well. Ethan Adams was with me, alive, talking, smiling. He drove me home.

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.

he said "Of course, we will always be together forever," I said. He just chuckled and kissed my head. -- I cried even more as he gradually turned to ashes. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T! NO! ZACK!" I shouted while trying to reach his ashes. I also saw that Zayne had turned to ashes as well. I just felt someone hug me from behind and I didn't have to look at who it was. I turned to him and cried in his arms and hugged him tightly

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

With his brilliant white fangs glistening in the moonlight, Ash hurried towards me. I reacted without a second thought, bringing my stake close to my chest, and aimed it right at his heart. As soon as my stake pierced through his skin, he came to a standstill. We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. I watched as his snarling expression morphed into one of confusion and betrayal. For a split second, his face softened, and I could have sworn I saw acceptance in his eyes. His body then burst into fragments of dust, that were swept away with the cold night's breeze.