Ash Of War: Bloody Slash Novels & Stories

I said, gesturing to the large roof-to-floor height window, “I built this great empire, I wouldn't mind burning everything and everyone with it to the ground if I'm not providing with the very last bloodline of my murder. I really regret letting someone who shouldn't be here stay. Everyone in the small peaceful family will pay for the deceitful love their foremother showed me. Through the window, they could all see their home burn. Yes, this revenge would thrust like a fresh sweet wine. Cheers to sweet reprisal. “Please master,” One amongst the high howlers who was brave enough spoke, “ Please I beg of you, show mercy on us, we know nothing of how badly our ancestors have treated you,” “That

Lucien smiled faintly. “Then let the blood decide.” Their hands tightened together. A surge of light erupted red, white, and black intertwined—obliterating everything in its path.

As if on cue, an arrow whistled through the air and hit the table I had sat earlier. The crowd exclaimed. This was the cue where I needed to pull away from Darius so he's shot and I run for my life but I delayed. The torches went off and I saw him in his black jacket. Master. I turned my head sharply once another arrow wheezed through the air. The crowd cried again, some jumping off windows but others sat scared of what may come to them as the exit was blocked. But it was too late. A silver tipped arrow had pierced into his chest, blood oozed from it.

Didn’t speak. He let me break. He let me burn. And I did. I sobbed until the world blurred. Until my hands trembled. Until I couldn’t breathe. When it was over—when there was nothing left but the hollow ache—I placed both palms on the cold stone. I leaned my forehead against it, whispering words that never reached the air. I made a vow. Not loud. Not with words. But real. I will make them pay. I promise you, Milo. I will make them bleed for what they did to you.

"She told you to kneel, so kneel. You don't get up until Hudson wakes. "She said you wouldn't bring the ashes, so she sent people to dig up the grave early this morning…" The blood drained from my face. Forgetting about the divorce, I struggled to my feet and tried to run for the cemetery. Slap. The blow knocked me hard to the ground. My cheek scraped against the gravel, tearing the skin. When I looked up, my father's urn was already in front of me again. Every hair on my body stood on end. My voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Joshua! You're the one who drove a wedge between us! I'm going to kill you!" "Watch out!" Talia screamed and threw herself in front of me. The blade sank cleanly into her abdomen, and blood bloomed across her clothes. "Talia…" Adam froze. The knife slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor. Talia staggered, gripping his collar, hatred and resolve burning in her eyes. Then, she grabbed the fallen knife and plunged it into him. She kept stabbing him, over and over, until he collapsed, motionless. I didn't move. I couldn't intervene as it all happened in a blur.

Driving down a long stretch of darkness, a sign, “Hollows Way 10 miles.” “Thank God,” she said turning the radio up. It'd be another half an hour of driving. Then a small hike up to the peak. Slowing the car down to a stop, she locked her car before wandering up the hidden path into the opening that led to her Tribe. She felt at peace walking through the entangled branches, carefully stepping over a branch, she caught her hand on a sharp piece of tree, ripping a good size cut into her hand. “Ow,” she whined looking at her hand. “Great, now I know I'm crazy.”