Novel & Cerita Ash In Our Blood

I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped Rosa on the face. Since I had to do a lot of work by myself in the mountains, I had gotten a lot stronger. So, her face was swollen in no time. When she saw Yoel from the corner of her eyes, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground. Her white dress was tainted by the mud immediately. Yoel had just returned from collecting water from the river. When he saw what happened, he anxiously threw the bucket to the side.

Up close or from a distance, he looked like a carefree, good-for-nothing son from a wealthy family. Upon seeing Hunter Sacre, Sophie hurriedly got up from the couch, frowning hard. "Are you crazy? Why did you let the driver drive in? Are you trying to attract attention?" Hunter leaned in close to Sophie, blowing cigarette smoke in her face. His thin lips curved into a smile. "What's there to be afraid of? Do you think Simon doesn't know about us?" Sophie coughed as the smoke hit her, stepping back a few paces with a furrowed brow.

I replied firmly. "Chill. I'm only trying to see through your lenses." Ash stopped walking and explained. "So.. what's with the knife?" "I just need a tiny bit of your blood to drop on my injury. It has to be mixed together and it would help me experience whatever you experience for a short period of time." He furthered say, and then my palpitating heart calmed. I shot Cruz a glare immediately. "You should have told me that from the very start." Just a little cut, Ash got blood from me and put it on one of the open scratches he had from fighting the bear.

She groans, “Okay, so he’s doing something that we don’t understand with these blood-bagged Vampires that means he needs to keep a fresh supply going. Is there any benefit to drinking vampire blood? Is it more potent or something?” Ash shakes his head, “No, nothing like that. The only reason I could think of would be as part of mating. But that’s only a sip, and you wouldn’t do that to someone who’s essentially brain-dead. Shit. This is all kinds of wrong, Honey.” Ash looks ill, too pale. She stands and goes to them, taking one of each of their hands. They give her weak half-smiles, and she sighs.

She'd actually brought the car back, probably planning to sell it off once things died down. "N-no… You won't find anything…" Maeve muttered, stunned. I asked, "What's wrong? Do you think there's nothing left because you deleted the dashcam footage?" I patted her shoulder and smiled. "Too bad for you—my dashcam automatically uploads to the cloud. Since everyone's here, let's all watch it together."

But from the weight of knowing that even now, after everything, Victor still haunted her blood. Asher reached out. Gently, carefully, he took the ring from her hand. “I’ll give the blood,” he said. Her head snapped toward him. “What?” “That’s what it needs, right? The blood of someone close. A tether.” He gave her a grim smile. “Well… I’m tethered, aren’t I?” “No,” she said, voice sharp. “I’m not asking.” She stood, sudden, trembling. “You don’t understand. This thing doesn’t just take blood, Asher. It drinks the meaning behind it. If you give yours, it could unravel everything. It might take—”

Xander sat still as the nurse carefully collected the blood samples, her gloved hands working swiftly and professionally, but he couldn’t feel anything anymore—not the prick of the needle, not the sting of pain, not even the ache in his back from hours of sitting. His mind was in a haze, a tunnel of grief, panic, and desperate hope. He kept staring at the tray of vials filled with his blood as if they were some sort of offering—his sacrifice, his gift, his last attempt to save the woman who had changed his life in ways he couldn’t begin to explain.

Julianne's jaw dropped and she pointed out, "Is it not when someone can't do without something that they call it an addiction?" "Exactly!" Cassian said in an excited voice. "I've been drinking blood from other sources, but yours is five time more better even with a single drop."

The capital of Madrid was extending beyond the glass walls, breathing life, unaware of the ghosts breathing within my empire. "Archive," I said. "Operation Ashfall." The machine hesitated like it was about to start. Then the files appeared. Dates. Locations. Redacted names. The number of casualties is coldly listed. I made it page at page, my jaw clenching with it. Ashfall was not a raid. It was a cleansing. Entire blocks erased. The so-called collateral families. Children were mentioned in the list of best avoided losses. I did not scroll as I noticed the photo.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."