Turned To Ashes Novels & Stories

Not even a single piece was left behind and she burned them all until everything was only dust and ashes. “Just as my feelings…” she whispered. “There is nothing left for us here…”Gal howled when the fire finally ended. “..dust and ashes” And she fell to her knees and for the first time since she opened her eyes after the blood exchange ceremony she started to cry for good. She cried so hard that in the end she fainted. “...dust and ashes” she whispered before losing consciousness “That's all there's left from my heart.”

“Let me help you, Rose.” “It wouldn't hurt, would it?” She asked with a shaky voice. “Have I ever hurt you?” I got no reply to that. “Okay…so how do you get in?” She asked instead. “Close your eyes and try to breathe evenly; you could do that, right?” “Y..yes, please Emmet hurried up. The only strength I've got is on my tongue, my body is closing up on me.” Just as she spoke, I turned into a thick cloud of ash. My eyes went into flames.

The drive back to the mansion felt like a journey through the depths of hell. Ashley stared out the window, her reflection in the glass a ghostly image of the girl she used to be. The streets blurred into one another, but all she could see was the man’s face—the terror in his eyes, the sound of the gunshot, the lifeless body slumping in the chair.

Daisy got into the car and closed the door. Caleb leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed. Sweat covered his forehead. Daisy looked out the window. The lights of Verdant Manor grew farther and farther away as thick smoke rose into the night sky. She tightened her grip around the divorce agreement in her hands. This time, she was truly free.

The winter arrived quietly over Belle Vue Psychiatric Hospital, not with dramatic storms or violent winds, but with a slow thinning of the air that made every sound feel slightly distant, as though the world itself had begun to soften its edges. The forest surrounding the facility turned pale under the colder light, its once-heavy greens replaced by muted tones that looked almost washed out, and the pathways that Aisha had grown accustomed to walking now carried a different texture beneath her feet, firmer in places where frost had begun to settle during the early mornings.

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 pool boiled, evaporating into steam that carried the faces away in agonized wisps. The changed, wherever they lurked in the city—screamed in unison, a psychic wave that dropped us to our knees. I collapsed forward, the light fading, the shard crumbling to dust that sifted through my fingers. Alexander caught me, his arms the only solid thing left. The tree was ash, piling in the center like a funeral pyre. The cavern fell silent, the red glow extinguished. We climbed.

The ash burned my palm, but I didn't care. "You have to," he said, looking at me one last time with golden eyes that were slowly fading into gray. "For them. For us." The airships opened fire again. A rain of silver bullets chewed up the ground around us. Riven roared, his body exploding into a massive cloud of sentient ash. He flew into the sky, a dark storm hitting the first airship head-on. The metal groaned and snapped as the ash clogged its engines, sending the massive ship spiraling into the cliffs.

Shattered Glass and Ashes Lucian's POV Guilt isn't a sharp pain that comes and goes; it is a suffocating, invisible weight that fills your lungs until every breath feels like swallowing broken glass. The cabin of my private jet was pitch black except for the pale blue glow of the digital flight tracker mounted on the bulkhead. Thirty thousand feet above the freezing Atlantic, the engine’s low, monotonous rumble sounded like a funeral dirge. On the leather table in front of me lay the legal petition Seraphina had filed in London. Next to it was Chloe’s brown leather ledger, open to the page where two years of calculated destruction had been carefully noted down in neat, fluid handwriting.

Although his limbs were complete, his strength and soul were never so. Athena bathed the room in sunlight. Marcus screamed as the sunlight hit his body. Together, Kayla and her sisters threw the stake toward him using telekinesis. The stake broke through the air at high speed and plunged him directly into the heart. Marcus broke out yelling in pain as he burned. His blood, wherever it flowed to, rushed back into his body as he burned into ashes until he turned into a heap of ash. The scene quietened afterward. The fairy stared at the ash in fear that it might turn into Marcus again. For nearly two minutes, the ash remained ash. Marcus was gone.