Ash Of War: Bloody Slash Novels & Stories

Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist. Despite the pain, I returned to my workstation to pack my things. Suddenly, Vernon appeared and grabbed my wrist, causing me to hiss in pain. Clearly startled, he let go of me and asked awkwardly, "Are you okay?" I was slightly amused. My cheek had turned red from Vernon's slap. Peggy even scalded my wrist on purpose. Vernon's feigned look of concern made me want to throw up. I shook his hand off before tossing the things that had fallen onto the floor into the rubbish bin.

**NEUTRAL POV** The courtyard ran red. Bodies shifted in and out of fur—wolves in full transformation, claws flashing, teeth tearing, roars and growls blurring with human screams. The scent of iron and ash choked the air. Above them, the blood moon burned like a watching god. Asher moved like a storm through the wreckage of his home. He took down two of them in a single motion—black-furred wolves lunging from opposite ends. His claws ripped across a flank, his jaws crushed a throat. He didn’t recognize the faces until they shifted mid-collapse. Young. Too young.

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.

Asher was fighting ferociously and ruthlessly without mercy and their numbers were decreasing. The rogues backed away briefly gathering their strength while some shifted into their wolves. Asher snapped his head back to me inspecting me. The crimson-red glow of his eyes darkened dangerously as it took in the blood rushing from my arm and cuts all over my body. He growled again, shifted into his wolf, and lunged at the wolves that charged at him. He killed brutally, his claws leaving each of his victims in a horrid state.

, even with the poison, this werewolf managed to land a slash on him, catching him off guard, that was impressive, “Too bad you have to die Wolf.”, Miller said, swords of ice, surrounded him like chariots, even he was to slash all, he wouldn’t make it in time, the poison would not affect him, Asher muttered to himself, but he wouldn’t die like this, even if he was to die, he would slash this demon, he chuckled as the swords and arrows of Ice lunged after him, and he went after them, sleep came, his eyes feeling jittery, this was going to be fun, he yelled to himself.

It was an unnatural red, closer to a dark burgundy, almost like blood. Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning crashed down from the heavens and struck Godslayer. Andrew slashed forward, crimson light surging like a river of blood as it crushed toward Guillermo. The latter's breath caught instantly, and sheer terror filled his eyes.

Ash’s eyes glowed as his wolf stepped up, his canines extended and his growl shook the walls of the house when he pulled the knife out of his side and he flung it at his cousin's hands. They all turned their heads and watched as the knife cut through the air and went clean through the chains that bound Jax's hands. Jax fell into a pool of his blood, his heart barely beating and his body weakened from the poison in his wounds. “What the fuck?” One of the vampires spat and tried to overrun Ash. Ash grabbed the vampire's arm and spared no time as he ripped his head clean of his body and through against one of the windows, shattering the glass.

Asher The battlefield was chaos incarnate. The snarls of wolves clashing with hybrids, the metallic clang of weapons, and the agonizing cries of the injured filled the air. Blood soaked the ground beneath our feet, mixing with the dirt to form a dark, viscous muck. Brooke’s hybrids came at us like a wave, relentless and deadly, their monstrous forms twisting in the dim light.