Novel & Cerita Ash Of War: Bloody Slash

I wanted to see the man who had discarded me look up from the dirt and realize who had truly destroyed him. Asher’s heavy SUV roared down the concrete ramp, entering the garage with a deafening screech of tires. He killed the engine, slammed the door, and strode toward us, his massive frame still dripping with rainwater and grease from the perimeter sweep. His dark shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing the hard, scarred muscle beneath.

“Then perhaps I will remind you what it means to bleed.” A spinning kick sent Ash back into a column, shattering stone and iron. Bianca advanced, daggers aimed, but Ash recovered with unnerving speed, slashing her blade upward. Sparks flew. The corridor seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their battle, every wall and shadow complicit in their war.

I didn’t have time to think. The warehouse was at war. We fought our way toward the stairs, blood slicking the concrete beneath our boots. Janie stayed at my back, her gun barking, each shot precise despite the tremor in her hands. Grayson was a storm of claws and rage, cutting a path through anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. Lira’s laughter echoed, sharp and unhinged, her blade painting arcs of crimson. Kael covered us all, his kills quick, merciless. But Silver Ash was endless.

Then stills. When I drop him, he’s already dead. For a heartbeat, the battlefield pauses. Ashgrave wolves stare, shock splintering through their ranks. Their Alpha, fallen. Redmaw’s, too. Two leaders lying in the dirt, their blood turning the snow almost black. Ashgrave scatters first, the shock of seeing Derren’s body enough to gut their spine. Redmaw follows when Jace signals the line forward and Blackthorn presses with vicious efficiency. The trenches swallow stragglers, Hazel’s arrows mark throats, Mara’s knives flash like punctuation in the chaos.

Multiple ammo came out with one shot banging through trees and leaves like walls, streams of endless bullets brightened the area and loud roars could be heard as they screamed in pain and distress. SLASH! He weaved as he felt a disturbed in the wind behind, he swirled into the air performing a swift backflip and landed behind the intruder. His head dropped, his goggle flashing to the darkness might. The Vampire turned at him, his nails extremely long and sharp. He dashed forward and slashed downward but Rapidfire bounced into the air acrobatically landing as stealth as a ghost on his feet, then launched forward like an arrow. He jerked an uppercut at his torso which send the latter sliding b

Ashval’s voice rang in my mind. I saw him rise – blood coating his fur. His body blurred toward us. Claws. Teeth. Fury. Ryker didn’t see him coming. Ashval tore into Ryker’s back with a roar. Blood arced across the air. Ryker yowled. Twisted to shake him off. That was my moment. My claws slid out with a smooth, terrifying certainty. Swipe. I slashed his throat open – deep, clean. Blood erupted – hot, fast, gushing.

One by one, the monstrous faces bared their fangs and claws, swiftly pouncing toward Adrian and the others. Slash! Ash stepped forward, unsheathing his Doomcleaver with a clang. Instantly, many monsters and fiend slaves were killed on the spot. But the old man didn't care about his fiend slaves. His figure flickered, and strange black auras kept appearing. With each eruption, more fiend slaves materialized.

Chapter 1: You could hear the sounds of grunts, screams, tearing of flesh apart, roaring as the Two Moons Pack fought against their enemy. They have been at war for some time now but today was the day that it all comes to an end. Slash.... "Noooooooo" he ran to save his wife as he fought against the wolves in his front but he already felt her go and he howled, a howl of pain at the lost of his dear mate. Before he could process what was happening, he was pushed aside by a big wolf. He started fighting with so much anger and strength but he was weak from the loss of his mate, two more wolves joined in, he had a torn arm form one of them but with every pain he felt he fought back until he felt

If so, I feared that Ash might have underestimated the strength of the Mystic Shades Pack… Ten or more wolves rushed forward at once. Ash extended his claws and spread his arms. With a roar that resonated through the ground, he lunged at those who ran at him cutting them in half or sending them flying like they were nothing but rag dolls. I observed the scene in awe and horror while Ash methodically decreased the Mystic Shades Pack's numbers. On Baltazar's signal, his sons lurched at Ash. One of them landed a hard hit aimed at Ash's jaw, and another made a long cut across his stomach. "No!" I screamed, seeing Ash stumble back to regain his footing.

Toward. Toward Ash. Toward Cove. Toward the kid about to explode. “Mother!” Wrath shouts. “Don’t!” I hit the vines. They don’t grab me. They part. First Blood knows First Blood. Ash is on her knees. Burning. Cove is on his. Smoking. Vines connecting them. Feeding. Killing both. I drop between them. Bone knife’s in my hand. Again. Always. “Stop,” I tell them. To Cove. To Ash. To the Tree. “Both of you. Stop.”