Up From The Ashes Novels & Stories

, I was chained to this metal ,making me sink to the bottom No I can't give up without a fight I tried swimming, I kept struggling "Bring the wine , let's celebrate getting rid of an obstacle!" I heard Asher's mom scream in excitement They were drinking and partying,while I was in the pool fighting for my life How cruel men can be! I slow got tired and couldn't hold it anymore Mom I miss you Let's be together again Darkness took me

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

Something deliberate. I leaned forward. “And the general?” The soldier trembled. “Ashes , Your Majesty.” A hush swept the hall. Burned wasn’t unusual. But he didn’t stop there. “And his ashes… were taken.” The hall’s silence transformed into shock. Even I felt my body go still. Ashes taken? Wolves do not touch vampire ashes. They hate us, yes. They kill us when they can—yes. But they leave the ashes untouched. Because they know what vampire ashes mean. They only move ashes when they're trying to cover up the scene for the pathetic humans.

"Sobs…Sobs…Ash!…Ash, wake up!" "Ash…Please..open your eyes. I beg you.." Athena's tears were dripping down while she pumped Asher's heart using both of her hands. They are now at the top of the ice mountain. They manage to get out of the caves. However, the bomb impact hit them pretty bad. Asher uses his body to cover Athena from being hurt, and as a result, he burned half of his body. His wound did not merge back as it used to be.

Ash sits up slowly, “Someone, presumably this Petru, mutilated our daughter, in our Mate’s womb, to be able to connect to her in the eventuality that she was rescued? And in such a way that our Matebond wouldn’t pick up on it?” Serena nods, and Ash pales, a wave of nausea unlike any he’d felt before rolls over him, he goes for the bathroom and throws up bile into the toilet. It takes a few more retches before his stomach settles, he rinses out his mouth and washes his face,

I wanted to see the man who had discarded me look up from the dirt and realize who had truly destroyed him. Asher’s heavy SUV roared down the concrete ramp, entering the garage with a deafening screech of tires. He killed the engine, slammed the door, and strode toward us, his massive frame still dripping with rainwater and grease from the perimeter sweep. His dark shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing the hard, scarred muscle beneath.

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.

Pastor Gideon praying over me after, hands trembling, voice too even, too careful. I'd buried it because facing it hurt too much. The silver wasn't some curse hanging over me. It was what happened when I broke. “Trauma threshold exceeded,” the voice says, calm as anything. “Activation protocol initiated to preserve agency.” “You saved me,” I whisper. “Incorrect. I anchored you.” Milo nods like he's explaining something obvious. “It doesn't save people. It stops them from vanishing completely.” Ruby drops into a chair, face white. “Jesus. They didn't just pick you. They smashed you and hoped you'd stay in pieces.”

Xander sat alone in his dimly lit apartment after the conversation with Dr. Lawrence, his hands trembling as he wheeled himself closer to the window. The city lights twinkled below like fragments of hope scattered across the dark. For years, he had drowned himself in alcohol and anger, convincing himself that he had been betrayed by life itself. But the doctor’s words echoed in his ears like an unrelenting bell: “If they come back, do you want them to return to a wreck of a man?”

"She told you to kneel, so kneel. You don't get up until Hudson wakes. "She said you wouldn't bring the ashes, so she sent people to dig up the grave early this morning…" The blood drained from my face. Forgetting about the divorce, I struggled to my feet and tried to run for the cemetery. Slap. The blow knocked me hard to the ground. My cheek scraped against the gravel, tearing the skin. When I looked up, my father's urn was already in front of me again. Every hair on my body stood on end. My voice trembled uncontrollably.