In a world scorched by divine tyranny, the flame-touched-children gifted with fire by the fallen Titan Prometheus-are hunted by the gods who once ruled the skies. Lira, a fierce and defiant survivor, discovers that her powers are more than a curse-they are the key to rebellion. As she joins a sanctuary of flame-touched fugitives, betrayal from within sparks catastrophe, forcing the survivors to scatter and fight from the shadows.
Haunted by visions and guided by a mysterious silver-haired girl named Solen, Lira uncovers ancient truths buried beneath the ashes of forgotten wars. When Kael, her closest ally, sacrifices himself for a glimpse into the gods' secrets, the path forward becomes clear: Empyreon, the city in the sky, must fall.
With rebels by her side and fire in her soul, Lira ascends into the heart of the gods' domain. There, amidst radiant enemies and impossible odds, she ignites a final battle that shatters the heavens. In the aftermath, the gods lie broken, and a new world rises from their ruins.
Ashes of Immortals is a mythological dystopian epic about power, sacrifice, and the fire that survives even in the coldest darkness.
⚠️ This story does not yet have a permanent title. It is not yet finished, I continue to add and change as I go
This story contains darkness. Not the kind born from monsters or magic, but the kind born from people. Much of what you'll read is inspired by things I have lived through, things I have seen, and things I wish were not part of the real world.
I write about cruelty because I know what it feels like to be powerless.
I write about control because I know what it is to be silenced.
I write about trauma because I know how long it clings to the skin and reshapes the bones beneath.
And I write about survival because I learned it the hard way.
In this book, the violence is not pretty. It is not heroic. It is not there to entertain. It exists because there are people in life who treat others the way the villains in this story do. There are systems that grind people down. There are leaders who demand obedience through fear. There are victims who endure far more than anyone should.
I wanted to write a story that does not flinch away from that reality.
I also wanted to write a story about what comes after.
About the moment a person realizes the cage they were forced into is not the end of their story.
About the slow return of self.
About finding strength in places where only numbness lived.
About reclaiming a life that was taken.
This book may be difficult at times.
It was difficult to write.
But I hope, in the end, it is not the darkness you remember, but the rising.
To those who have been hurt, controlled, belittled, broken, or silenced-
this story is for you.