Up From The Ashes Novels & Stories

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

“Sorry boss, she just woke up so I lifted the bed for her so that she could sit up. I will go back to position now” “What did you do to make her cry?” I demanded glaring at him. “He didn’t do anything, he just asked me about some burns that he noticed on my back”. What was she talking about “How did you get burns on your back?” She looked at me like I had grown a second head “The same way I got the burns on my arms and legs”. I did not know what she was getting at until I noticed a round burn on her arm and released that the prick had burnt her with cigarettes “Can you tell me his full name? I have been trying to find out about him, but he is a ghost, and I am getting nowhere”.

They stood there, the weight of grief still clinging to the edges of the night, but something else beginning to grow—resolve, like roots breaking through stone. “Do you think we’ll survive this?” she asked. Asher didn’t answer right away. Then he turned toward her and placed a hand on her waist. “I don’t know,” he said. “But we’ll fight like hell trying.” And far off, unseen but surely coming, smoke curled above the treetops of another distant town. **** The conference room on the top floor of Nightshade Power Inc. was all glass and tension. The skyline of Ravens Peak spread out beyond the wide windows, glowing faintly beneath the overcast sky.

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.

And with that, she started muttering a spell and with increase in the tempo of her spell, Asher started shaking on the chaise longue. Aliyah wanted to hold him but Edward stopped her, the best thing would be to let Hephzibah to do what she does best. In a few short seconds, Asher’s snapped opened and he threw up all over the blanket covering him. There wasn’t much thing he had eaten as everything was slimy with nothing solid and with a very offensive order. Anita covered her nose and forced the vomit in her throat back into her stomach while the warriors and Micah and his people kept a straight face even though they were having it just as bad.

Before she came into his life, everything was boring but her presence seemed to light up everything and make him feel alive but since she disappeared, it was as if he moved from the frying pan into the fire. As tears rolled down his cheeks, he felt that spark again. It was more like a feeling that rushed through his body—something like an ignition. “Where are you?" **** “You look happier, Ann. One would think you just won the lottery" Asher said, as they headed back to the car. Annatoria visited her office, immediately she picked Moon and now, they were heading back to the pack —Scarred Wolves Pack. “You see, Ash" She smiled and then began in a solemn tone—one that sounded like a motivationa

She argued with him, “You mentioned ashes.” “Ashes aren’t the end; phoenixes are born out of ashes.” Dev quick-witted her inferior mind to boost up. Akshara wondered at his words and felt touched with high motivation. So, she spoke her mind, “I used to think always inferior of me comparing me to dust and ashes. But after your appearance in my life, you changed my perspective towards me and my life.” She continued, “I see myself as dust, you see me as a diamond from dust. I see myself as ashes, you see me like a phoenix from those ashes. You always see the best in me.”

"Maybe I am. But this is what crazy sounds like." I started playing. Simple chord progression. Nothing fancy. The song was called "Ashes," and I'd written it the night after declining Atlantic, when the weight of my choice finally hit me. *They said I was a phoenix* *Rising from the flames* *But maybe I'm just ashes* *Learning my own name* *They wanted me to fly again* *Soar above the pain* *But I'm still on the ground here* *Dancing in the rain* My voice was raw. Unpolished. Nothing like the perfect studio recordings Darren had produced. This was messy and human and real.

She turned, her eyes wide with excitement, just as the earth crumbled beneath her small feet, sending shards of rock tumbling into the abyss. Kael didn’t pause to think. He leapt, propelled by a surge of adrenaline that made everything around him feel as if it had slowed to a crawl. In that brief moment, fire coursed through his veins, ancient and wild, igniting his senses. His skin tingled as if kissed by heat, and he felt a powerful crack in the fabric of his being. It was then that wings burst forth from his back, unfurling like shadows in the light, and he roared—not in agony, but in a primal expression of strength.

Try me with your best weapon, Break me with your strongest blow, Stab me with your sharpest knife, Make me bleed till you heart enraptures. Keep repeating till you leave nothing of me Till I am brought down to ashes. But when you stop, When your hands worn out, When your happiness reaches the seventh cloud. Then will I play my Ace. Then will be my time to rise. To rise from my own ashes. Then will be my time to bring you as down as high you went.