Up From The Ashes Novels & Stories

⊱♥⊱╮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.

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 to ash. Now, only our future remained. To be continued...

she wept. Gamma Brent got up and wiped her tears, “Don’t cry Livey, Ash is alive” he said. “Ash is alive?” She asked back for clarifications and he nodded. The sorrow that was once evident on her face was wiped by a big smile, she was happy to know that her mate was indeed alive

Chapter Thirteen – Ashes on the Road The road stretched endless beneath a bruised sky, dust curling into the air with each faltering step. Adrian’s boots ground against gravel and ash, dragging over ruins that had once been villages, homes, lives. Pain radiated from his ribs, the bullet graze still raw beneath the filthy bandages he had wrapped himself in. Every inhale flared like fire through his lungs.

“Perhaps the ashes have borne fruit after all.” But Justina knew the battle was far from over. The ashes held more than remnants of destruction they held the possibility of rebirth, reclamation,and power. And she intended to rise from them, stronger than ever, unbroken, untouchable. Carson’s hand found hers once more, a tether against the chaos. “We survive this,” he said firmly. “We rise from the ashes together.” Justina’s gaze met his, fierce and unwavering. “Together,” she confirmed, every ounce of fear transmuted into determination.

--- Lucy – Internal Monologue Ash thought she broke me. Thought she could silence me with rejection, bury me beneath the weight of my shame. But I rose from her ashes—stronger, fiercer, and unforgiving. Let her bring her wolves. Let her roar with fury. Because today, I wouldn’t bow. Today, I would rise. And I would burn everything in my path to take back what was mine.