Ash Of War: Bloody Slash Novels & Stories

Warren grumbled as he walked over. “I think you did enough damage with three” Chuckled Jack as he looked at the damage. One axe was in Jessie’s hand, the other in his shoulder and the last was right in the family jewels. Jessie had passed out from the pain, but soon woke up screaming when Warren removed the axes. “Please” He begged “Just kill me” “Soon” Laughed Jack as he walked over and grabbed a couple of handguns “I prefer to shoot”

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.

Wardlines flared, sizzling against the ground like lightning chained to earth. Demian spun fire like a dance. Mason was all blade and blood and fury. And Asher— My mate. He stood in the center of it all like a god carved from war. Eyes glowing gold. Hands drenched in black blood. Growling through his teeth as he tore another creature apart with his claws. And for a second, I just stood there. Watching. Shaking. Terrified. I’d seen battle before. But not like this. Not this raw. Not this real.

Not worship—shock. Ash floods Solara. Statues blacken. Streets split. Mortals flee, faces grey. Wolves across realms howl as one. Ashmouth rises. His breath claws my ankles; his laugh stains the light I wear. Under it, the pulse. Not his. Not mine. Older. Heavier. Breaking rhythm into law. “He is no longer bound to us,” I say. War curses. Oath burns. Death smiles wider. The sky darkens as if ash had found it too.

Harvey blocked another consecutive slash. Hatred fleeted across Maki’s eyes. He had to pay a huge price just to obtain the power of a God of War, and he knew that the boost would fade away soon. He couldn’t afford to drag out the battle with Harvey. Maki’s figure flashed for a moment before increasing his speed. At the same time, he gripped his longsword tightly with both hands and did a powerful forward slash. The slash was extremely domineering. Moreover, Maki had poured all of his strength into that slash.

He dragged out the word and then laughed at the funny sound. "Randolph, you feel good, don't you?" Sinclair asked. "Yes," he answered without thinking. He was simply floating now. "I can make it feel even better if you just say yes or no." "Yes or no." Belishaw snickered like a schoolboy now, and the voice inside his head did too. Sinclair's black eyes turned reddish-gold with anger. He grabbed a scalpel from the table and slashed Belishaw's cheek. Pain tore through him, far sharper than he expected.

They watched in awe as Asha’s eyes and hair returned back to their normal black color before tears streamed down on her face as she rushed to the coughing man on the ground. Asha only felt like her entire body is surrounded by darkness and a heavy lead that is weighing it down the endless abyss. Her eyes could only see red and an urge to see blood surged in her heart the moment she digested Lyor’s words. The first class warriors of the Blood Wolves clan and her eldest brother’s friends are like a group of elder brothers to her who have grown up in their care. Hearing their condition of being almost turned into death soldiers caused her brain to malfunction, and she could only hear a ringing

Wolves leapt, fangs bared, claws extended, colliding with their enemies in a brutal dance of death. She tightened her grip on the twin daggers in her hands. And then she ran. Reed was beside her, his own blades drawn, his presence unwavering. Asher, Callum, and Malcolm had shifted, their massive wolves tearing through enemy lines as they led their respective battalions into war. The battlefield swallowed them whole. The Clash of Titans Blood sprayed as Lila ripped through an enemy wolf, her dark-furred beast a shadow of death in the moonlight. She tore her opponent’s throat open, the gurgling cry lost in the chorus of war.

Whispered voices filled the air, faint and echoing, too strange to understand but enough to send chills down my spine. Ash lifted his hand. His nails darkened, lengthened, curved—like demonic blades born from darkness itself. “Don’t move,” he ordered quietly. His hand took mine. He didn’t rush it, like this moment had to be felt fully. His fingers were cold but steady as he opened my palm and gently pressed it down on the glowing symbol beneath us. With a quick, sharp motion, his demonic nail sliced my skin. The sting spread immediately, but somehow it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. My blood trickled out slow, warm and red, dripping onto the floor before Ash bent down.

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.