Ash In Our Blood Novels & Stories

It was a lifetime defined not by grief or trauma, but by an unbroken, radiant joy. Until the sky turned to ash. Without warning, the golden light shattered like cheap glass. The dream fractured into a terrifying, chaotic whiplash of agonizing images. Rebecca felt a sudden, suffocating cold lock into her lungs—a violent, hacking cough that tore through her chest, leaving the metallic taste of blood on her lips. She was lying in a wooden bed, her flesh burning with a wasting mortal fever, her vision fading into a gray, terrifying dark.

We persevered relentlessly into the jungle. We fell, stood up, dusted ourselves and continued our scavenging for survival. We could see the fading ashes of our community burning, the spiritual life forms rooted as gases transcending into the atmosphere. Silent tears dripped from my eyes as I watched all I had ever go away, distant relatives, friends, my community turned into ashes and dust. Mama fell to the ground, her weight pulling us down with her. Our strengths were sapped out, I pulled myself once more trying to defeat the weakness in my muscles.

she roars with laughter. “Sorry about that,” my lip pulls back as Elijah settles beside me, “-I didn’t know it was going to happen until, well, when it did,” I shuffle awkwardly, “-um, I suppose to put a long story short, me and Ash may be linked to some Royal bloodline. Nothing is definite yet, so it's no biggie,” I try to pass it off, not wanting it to be made into such a big deal given Ash’s reluctance to explore the possibility.

Asha’s special ability was swallowed up by the golden drop of blood, and the two, a slightly conscious treasure with a passive one melded and evolved with the misfortune that landed on their owner. The soft golden glow on Asha’s body continued to expand before shrinking back in her heart as a breath of air gushed inside her lungs. Asha Blood sprang up from to a sitting position as she gasped for air with tears falling down her reddened eyes and cheeks like rainfall. The life that was returned to her flashed through her eyes as the manic pain she felt from the inhuman deaths of her family and relatives once again tortured her as silent repressed cries rang out in the desolate temple.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

The apartment was dead silent when I walked inside. I didn’t know if my sister was there or not, but I decided to be extra quiet as I went about taking a shower and shoving a bite of food in my mouth. It had taken me a long time to get all of the blood out of my hair, and I thought we should invent some sort of blood removing shampoo for nights like this. Most of the time, it was ash I was struggling with. None of it was ever easy to remove, but I would’ve rather been scrubbing Vampire residue than Faye and Tara’s life fluid out of my hair.

I demanded. Ash gave me a look like he was annoyed at my name calling, but he didn’t dare say anything. I shouldn’t have to always be the brains of every operation someone else needed to think for once! “We have a plan but it’s going to be messy. I know you’re not opposed to some blood but it’ll be a lot. They won’t go down without a hell of a fight, if you can get some more vampires here, that would be a huge help,” Ash said.

Cold, black blood sprayed out, but I was already finished firing my gun which is in my left hand, to another monster before the first corpse fell. The field was thick with beasts, the air alive and hellish with their screams. A shadow darted behind me. I turned just in time to parry the slash of a cleaver. I barely registered my opponent-male, shirtless, whiter than snow and drenched in blood-before counterattacking. I nocked my gun on his head then pull the trigger. The monster fell to the ground with a wet smack. "In coming!" I yelled, but even though I screamed at the top of my lungs, I knew the others hadn't heard.

"We're a team now. We'll conquer ." Liya leaned back in her seat, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. "We'll uncover the truth and make sure justice prevails." Whizz's fingers tapped nervously on his leg, his gaze focused on the passing scenery. "We won't let fear control us. We're stronger than that." As the city lights faded behind them and the road stretched ahead, their journey took on a new sense of purpose. Each of them carried their own burdens of betrayal and fear, but their unity was a beacon of hope.

Ashier winced in pain as the physician worked, but he remained still, knowing it was necessary for his recovery. As the physician worked, Alisha anxiously watched, her worry etched across her face. She had hoped for better news, but her heart sank when the physician began to explain the severity of Ashier's condition. The physician revealed that Ashier had lost a significant amount of blood, more than they had initially realized. The physician expressed disappointment that the message sent by the earlier physician hadn't conveyed the gravity of the situation.