Up From The Ashes Novels & Stories

It was a sight that made her feel like a woman transformed from the ashes of her past. Seated in the luxurious car, Abigail couldn't contain her wonder. She looked around, taking in the remarkable transformation that had occurred in her life. It felt surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. The pain of her losses was still fresh, but the promise of a brighter future was undeniable.

She had finally found the perfect space she didn't think she needed until now. Joshua soon returned with the cleaning supplies, and together, the Beta and his human Luna, saw to cleansing her new home. # In the forest, Asher crashed from the woods and into the clearing which led to the lake. His knees were finally weakened when his physique chaotically splashed into the water. The ghost was sitting on the edge of the lake, and she smiled sadly. It was tough to leave the man she knew so well and loved so much. Asher splashed his fists into the water and yelled out in a rage. He roared and sobbed out in anger, the veins bordering his neck were stretched and visible.

I had no interest in listening to him any longer. “Didn’t you say your arm was gone? It looks perfectly intact to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, his other arm thudded to the ground as well. Amid his agonized screams, parts of his body were torn away piece by piece until he was reduced to nothing, executed in the cruelest way possible. With my vengeance complete, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled me. Queenie Aasen, who once cared for the world and acted with selfless righteousness, was gone.

And she was shuddering--and then with one heavy surge of force went forth from her centre. Frightful it burst through the walls, the roof, the skies like a torch of fire and soul. Up over the house rolled the flames, a spiral visible all the way to a distance of miles. Wolves howled in the valley. Birds screamed into flight. Magic responded with a chorus of color across the horizon. Ashley burst in, eyes wide. “What was that?” I was still on the ground, staring at her. Azaria. Still unconscious. But breathing again.

It's like you're in the fire, crying out, jumping for help, trying to find a way out and no matter how hard you try, you still can't break free. Burning in the hot flame, till nothing is left of you. "Then, you know it's not for you and you move on. Hoping to see something better ahead" Ashley's voice was soft and low. Like a spark of wave that hits on her skin softly. "And, you can't know except you try" She pours water into a glass and drinks it.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ ASHBURGH GATES ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~ASH'S POV~★✐✐★ It's tranquil, and I'm currently in my room, lying down and holding my mom's picture. As I remember her lullaby, she always sings to me to put me to sleep. I look at my mom's picture and reminiscing about all the days my mom is still alive. I promised my Mom that I would be a model too, but my father indeed hated the idea of being a model because of an accident. My mom died due to an incident on stage. While she is on the runaway stage, the whole stage collapse due to the infrastructure. She's not the only person affected by it. A lot of people died, including the audience. That's why my father become so strict with us.

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,

Ashara sat curled in Zev’s arms, her face buried in his chest as her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Zev held her tightly, his chin resting gently on her head, his fingers stroking her back in slow, soothing motions. Around them, Zev’s friends gathered, their usual teasing demeanor replaced with quiet concern. No one said much—what words could possibly undo the pain of a father’s slap or the weight of nearly crossing into death’s grasp? Ashara had walked into a storm, into forbidden land, into the heart of vampire territory—into hell. And somehow, she had come back unharmed. That alone was a miracle.

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.

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.