Up From The Ashes Novels & Stories

"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.

“The only thing separating forest and house is the wide tarred road for the benefit of cars and visitors. They got to the house and Ruke looked upwards. It had become a habit of his but he couldn't help thinking about how big their home was, as they were filthy rich. One of the perks of being immortal was that they had years and years of piling up wealth and they had power at their fingertips. Their only discomfort was that their promised mate was nowhere to be seen. This has been the three brothers' main itch and they had their grudges against the moon goddess for making them wait for far too long. He noticed his brother had been quiet. He turned to look at him and saw a silly grin on Rapha

Vanessa woke up the next morning feeling numb. She knew that it would be hard enough to simply make it through the day. She had in-laws to deal with and a funeral to finalize. The media would need a statement, as well. She got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, intent on losing herself in scrolling through her phone.

It would be fine. Asher liked the idea of another storm. It would wash everything away. He opened the kitchen door and took his boots off in the mudroom. He hadn’t taken a jacket, and he pulled the thick plaid shirt off and bundled it up. His footing was light as he made his way to the downstairs bathroom and washed the blood from his abdomen that had soaked through the shirt. When he was satisfied and had grabbed another shirt from the laundry basket, he headed to the living room, and started a fire. He piled more wood once the flames were leaping upward.

But she wasn’t the girl Nathaniel had tried to destroy. No. That girl was dead. And in her place stood the storm he never saw coming. Everything that had happened in the last few years felt like a fever dream stitched together with pain. The fire. The betrayal. Damien pulling me back from the brink of death. The surgeries. The bandages. The new face. The therapy. And then the planning. So much planning. They thought I died... Well, let them keep thinking it. Ashen Group wasn’t just an empire—it was a weapon. My weapon. Born in the ashes of my old life. Fueled by betrayal and designed to give power back to women who had been crushed, controlled, discarded. Like me.

“He said he can only spare a few minutes.” Luther turned to me. “Just give me a moment, okay?” I gave a soft smile and nodded. “Sure.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, then walked off behind Cathy, who led the way like she had just solved a corporate crisis. I watched them go. Something in my chest shifted. Uneasy. I turned back toward the stage. “…we rise from failures, and we rebuild from ruins,” Asher was saying, voice warm, inviting applause. “This isn’t just a company relaunch, it’s a resurrection.”

Thinking that, she went to the diner in her complex and grabbed a sandwich and a coffee and looked for a Uber to set off for work. Mira is always someone who would think twice before spending a single cent. As she thought of how much she is going to spend on the Uber now, her heart ached. She wished she could make Nick pay for her taxi bills. Alas, it is good enough if he just paid her salary without cuts and so, she made a resolution to not wake up late ever again. After a 30min long journey, she finally reached the Asher group. The building stood tall before her,it is one of the tallest buildings within the business hub of Greenwood city. It is a glass building with a total of 69 floors.

After an hour later they finally reach their destination, they can't belive when they enter one of the posh area in their city. Normal person can't afford to live here. Even Alex and Win ,Type parents. Yes they all come from rich background but they still can't afford. Why the hell Ash work at backery if he is already loader. But again Win and Alex remember Allen words. Ash father wants to make him independent. He don't want him to depend anyone, not even himself and his money.