Ash In Our Blood Novels & Stories

Asher’s POV “This is a crazy deal.” I said. “You really thought we would just hand him back to you?” Gustavo’s voice carried a mocking ease, like he was savoring the moment, his lips curling into a grin that set every nerve in me on fire “I thought,” I said slowly, my gaze flicking from him to Anna, “that blood would mean something even to you” Anna tilted her head, “Blood is what ruined us, Asher, don’t try to wield it like it’s sacred, you forfeited any claim to it when you tried to erase me in that forest”

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

Asher- Joshua drove us to Georgie's and when we arrived, the place was already swarming with vampires and their feedbags. Most of the vampires who could afford a human slave had a warm body clinging onto their arms. We exited the car, and as soon as we began approaching the doors, the smell hit me, and the nausea shot a ball of bile up my throat. The stuffy odor of death, cold, mud and rotting leaves entered my nostrils, and made my stomach unsteady with queasiness.

"I know you’re a clean freak, and you’re way too soft on your pretty girls. No worries. Tonight, it’s on me. We’re hitting the spa!" Andrew turned toward Aspen, noticing her shaking. "Why are you trembling? Cold?" Aspen forced a smile. "Not cold… I-I'm just… not used to this." Andrew spoke flatly. "You better get used to it. Seeing blood is just a warm-up for someone walking the assassin’s path. One day, it won’t just be blood. You’ll see heads roll." Her face turned ghostly white as she murmured, "Got it… honey." Andrew let out a sharp grunt. "When we're in public, call me Mr. Lloyd." "Yes, Mr. Lloyd!" she chirped, trying to steady her voice.

Kael steps in front of me by instinct. I move beside him. Not behind. The crack widens by a finger. Draven laughs softly from the dark beyond. “You still think choice is stronger than blood.” My hand stays over Ashen. My scar stays quiet. For the first time, I am glad it does. “No,” I say. “I think blood has been listening to the wrong men.” The door shudders. White marks flare across the stone, one after another, handprint to paw mark to spiral.

For a moment, all I could hear was my own breathing, harsh and broken, and Inara’s breath against my shoulder as she still held me so tightly it hurt. Asher turned toward us immediately, the playful madness gone from his face. “Are you hurt?” I shook my head, or at least I thought I did, because my body still felt like it had not fully returned to me. “No, I’m...” He stopped and his nostrils flared. Then his expression darkened so fast my stomach dropped. “Shit. Blood.” The word hit me like another dagger and I knew before I even looked. “Inara.” “I’m fine,” she said immediately, which was exactly the kind of stupid thing wounded people said when they were absolutely not fine.

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

now, I pressed my hands to my chest again and felt it race very fast. But the words had not come like a spell, they turned out as whispers. “Bind me to his aura, let him see me as hers and see only me to love.” Love. The word laced on my mind and just then, I heard a crack. I looked up, a part of the mirror shattered and sliced through my wrists. I winced, once it tore against my flesh. Blood started to ooze from it, I blinked my eyes trying to go through my spells. Blood had always been my weakness but I swear, I wasn't going to let it distract me now.

“I don’t know if I can destroy it. I... I’m part of it. It’s inside me.” Darian’s eyes softened, his expression sympathetic but unyielding. “You’re not alone in this, Asha. We’ll do it together. You don’t have to carry this burden alone.” Asha took a deep breath, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. For so long, she had been driven by revenge, by the need to undo the wrongs done to her people. But now, with the Soulbone and the truth of her bloodline staring her in the face, she realized that the path to redemption would not be easy. She would have to sacrifice everything she thought she knew about herself to free the world from the nightmare of the Blood Pact.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"