Ash Of War: Bloody Slash Novels & Stories

Cassian watched as Julianne hurried off and once she was out of sight, his expression changed totally. He moved his arm forward and held the rest of the arrow sticking out. With one pull, the rest of the arrow came off and more of his blood dripped down his arm. He tore a piece of his cloth and wrapped it tightly around the area.

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.

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

"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.”

The tension in the air was palpable, each member fully committed to their task, Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the third guild member cried out in pain as the bullet struck his arm. He clutched his wounded arm, his face contorted in pain. Reacting with lightning speed, the first guild member whipped around and fired two shots. Both shots hit their mark, a headshot that took down the criminal who had attacked them. The room was filled with tension, the aftermath of the quick and decisive action.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A