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War of the Ashes
Title: War of the Ashes?
Author: Dragon
Rating: R (Violence, Language and some sexuality)
Summary: A story of love and heartbreak. A war started by lovers, a war so strong it could end mankind as we know it.
Author Note: Ok so before you read. This was wrote BEFORE NEW MOON came out. I finished it about a month before New Moon came out. I knew nothing of Italy, and Jacobs future. This is not a happy go lucky love story. I was sick and tired of reading the happy everything goes right stories. This will have it happy parts and I will most likely make you cry. This has been posted on other sides for about 2 years, it had pretty good reviews and just wanted to get it out to a new group of Twilight lovers.
I’ve also went though the story and made a few grammar changes, making it flow better. I’ve learned a lot in the last 2 years and have become a better writer in that time.
Prologue
“Good bye, Edward.” It had been 50 years since I last heard those words slip from her cold lips. I made the hugest mistake of my existence that day. If only if I had gone after her, maybe, just maybe I could have stopped all this.
But here I stand on the grounds of a blood bath, of the final battle of the war she helped start. Who would have thought that the sweet, pure, Isabella Swan would nearly wipe out the human race?
Her cold body lay at my feet, torn to sheds. The stenches of gasoline fills the air as I slowly light a match and drop it. I don’t bother moving as the flames soar to my face, I’m far to numb for that now.
As the flames flicker and mock me at my failure, I think back. I reflect over all that had happened in a short half a century; of how the love of my life became my greatest enemy of all.
Chapter 1- The Crash
I sat watching TV, Alice next to me looking through a book. As she closed the book and went to stand, it hit us both- her falling to the ground, me gripping the couch. An image: Bella’s truck upside down, her small hands resting on the roof, a pool of blood forming around them.


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