A Soul Of Ash And Blood Spicy Chapters Mga Nobela at Kwento

I twisted the power and twisted the elements and raindrops became ice, became shards sharper than glass, became hammers that lashed from the sky with sickening velocity. My magic raged in joy and agony as its power unleashed, as the bloodlust filled my darkening vision and screams filled the air. Their screams. Blades of ice met flesh, sliced through skin and bone. Ice spilled forth blood, and my magic rejoiced as the world drenched itself in crimson. Power ran through my veins, and this power craved revenge. It was over in seconds. I felt the monsters die. Felt their blood leave their bodies and pool against the sodden earth. Felt their pain. Felt their final heartbeats. And when every hear

His hand slipped into his cloak and he pulled out a folded note. I took it. The handwriting was jagged, old, almost clawed into the page. I read it once. Then again. The words felt like fire licking up my veins. Whoever dares to read from the Book of Ashes shall exchange a soul for its knowledge. The letters feed on breath, the pages feed on blood. The one who touches, dies. A curse? I knew what it meant. I knew where Levi was heading. I folded it tight and let the paper crumple in my fist. My claws itched to tear it apart. “She hasn't touched it for a while. She can’t read anyway.”

He watched her burn until there was nothing left but ash and charred flesh. As the fire spread and started to consume the boat, he made no effort to run. Instead, he pulled out a vial of wolfsbane and drank it. He chose to kill himself. Their ashes sank into the sea. Finally, my soul drifted free. I left Jaroch behind. Before I faded, I saw Marabel take Sylvia away from Neradia. They started a new life together. As for the man who tried to blackmail Lezah, he never got the money. He went public with everything Jaroch and Lezah had done.

to me. Not once. Not even when we were children, when our parents were still alive. Theron put the communicator away and walked back to my ashes. He crouched down, his hand hovering over them. I held my breath. Please, recognize me. When we were kids, we found an ancient text in the clan library. It spoke of a secret unique to our bloodline. Even in ash, an imprint of the soul remains. A powerful enough mind, one deeply connected to the blood, could read it.

POV: Blaze Ryder "You’ve already forgotten everything, Ash. You’re not an Alpha right now. You’re a dog chasing a ghost." Blaze spit blood into the snow, standing up slowly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze fixed on the brother he had followed since they were cubs. He saw the madness in Ash—the way his gold eyes were losing their clarity, becoming clouded by the silver-and-black rot of the mate-bond's corruption. Ash wasn't thinking about the Silverfang territory or the treaty with the vampires. He was a man drowning, and he was willing to pull the whole world under with him.

And once I found it, wounded and weak, its eyes already changing colours and life almost draining out of it, my heart had clenched. And so I crouched low to its level, brushed my fingers over it and with much gentleness, I carried it to my hands like it were some child before I walked over to a low pavement I could climb. I laid him down gently and then sat beside it before I opened the book in my hands to read. It was titled, “SPELLS AND CHANTS.” As one of my best books, I never stopped reading it and to my younger self, it felt very useful, although many thought of it as fiction.

When the cup was empty, Ash held another cup to my lips, after the third cup I felt full but not satisfied. After a moment my surroundings came alive. I could hear Ash’s fast heartbeat and ragged breathing clearer. I turned to face him. His eyes were shut. “What was that?” My voice sounded labored. “Blood.” His voice reflected mine. I pulled out of his hold and stepped away from him. I shifted my gaze between the empty cups and Ash’s face, shocked. “What did you say?” “You said you couldn’t chew so I had him bring you blood. Don’t worry, it’s not human.” He opened his eyes and looked at me. There was discrete silver in them. “Your color is back and you look better.”

I could smell it was Avery’s blood. How did he get it?! He might have done some kind of spell that required him to get close to her body and then he could obtain her blood. Fuck! He was punched by Asphalt repeatedly. It broke his teeth, but he smiled as his eyes glowed purple. Asphalt frowned and released him. “The spell… it's done. Now…I’ll get the power of the souls.” he said, a victorious smile on his lips. He must have read the incantations in the book when he held it through his powers.

Good-bye" They turned to leave when I jumped on my feet and held them by the leg. I pulled and begged. I opened my mouth when I felt a sharp pain in my side. "Something is happening to me" I felt a hot flow of liquid gush out of me. It ran down my center and was now touching in between my thighs. I froze and then bent to check. "Blood!" The witches cried out. I started shouting, "Blood! I'm going to die!! Please help me" They stood still, staring at each other, "We are sorry" ******* Asher's POV:

He pulled two orgasms back to back, stardust bursting behind her eyelids with how tightly she held them closed. Young was struggling to keep his composure with every drop of her nectar, every sound, every moment she graced him with. Now that he was on guard, it was easier to sense when Blood was gearing up to take his place. It kind of made him angry with the fact that he couldn’t fully enjoy his time with Asha because of the war within him. He wanted to be the one to enjoy this privilege and had it been anyone else he wouldn’t mind sharing it with Blood. He had enjoyed such pleasure with Blood before, but this was Asha. Although he’d promised her soul, he thought that he, at the very least,