Up From The Ashes Novels & Stories

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

I cried. “Catlythr Thasra!” I shouted, my hands now spread wide to the air as I gazed at the sky. “Return to life, spirit of flesh and rise!” No response, no voices, just silence. I growled in frustration; Thalvren Ekosa! By my will, awaken!” Thalvren Ekosa! By my will, awaken!” “Thalvren Ekosa! By my will, awaken!” I cried louder, my voice already cracking.

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.

They wondered how someone so young could build such an impressive reputation in antiquities and stone gambling, making them question if some people were truly born under lucky stars. "I lost… I lost again," Aspen laughed bitterly, her face deathly pale. The higher her confidence had soared before, the more crushing her defeat felt now. Typically, as the proud heiress of Bridgefields' Stevens family, Aspen would never admit defeat. However, Andrew's final move with the Blood Phoenix Cicada completely shattered her pride and confidence.

I was too shaken Up with the sudden actions that it took me a moment to look who Nikona was referring to. Drax and Zion at the stairs, standing tall and strong, especially unharmed.That means they didn't take wolfsbane. “How are you both alive?” Nikona exclaimed in disbelief.His face paled at the presence of both the brothers staring menacingly at him.

Ashley refused to come down, "You just didn't see it!" "What, you saw it?" Morgan Blackstorm lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, but it was too dark around him, he only saw a pair of bright eyes, she blinked, and the long eyelashes were like a small fan. Because they were so close, the long eyelashes just brushed his face like that, and he just felt itchy on his face and heart. "I..." In the middle of speaking, Ashley suddenly stopped, she was a person who died once and was reborn again, and the soul travel really happened to her. But, can she tell Morgan Blackstorm this?

But beneath the ruins, someone always watched. Far above the city, Ash perched on a cliff, overlooking Vienna. Her copper-gold eyes caught the flames, reflecting devastation as if it were a mirror of her own ascent. Her crown, dented and blackened, still rested on her head. Behind her, the remnants of her army stirred silently, ghosts of a fallen empire. She had survived the twin infernos not unscathed, but alive. Every sinew a testament to fire and willpower. “Mother,” Ash murmured, voice soft yet filled with danger. “The game begins.”

Ash: Doom OF: Ashy, what? Ash: Oh my fucking god OF: Ashybear Ash: What have you done, Paul OF: ASHYBEAR? OF: There are so many OF: F*ck OF: Uncontrollable OF: They are bursting OF: Mia, hold me back MC: No OF: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

"His name is Asher." Phoenix and Asher. Rising from the ashes. A new beginning born from the destruction of everything I'd once been. My sons. My hope. My reason to keep going. And somewhere, hundreds of miles away, their father had no idea they existed.