Novel & Cerita Ash Of War: Bloody Slash

Chapter 95: Asher As the last breath shuddered out of Willow, her shadows screamed— The sound was like a thousand voices howling in agony. They immediately started dropping off her body, disintegrating into ash with a wave that shook the entire place. And like a detonated sequence, the rest of her army also started falling. One by one they collapsed into smoke, just like the ones on her. Truly she was their control because within minutes, the battlefield was filled with dark smoke as all the shadows fell.

It’s birthing faster. I slash another across the face, the shard punching through an empty eye socket with a wet, sucking pop. It screams, a raw, desperate sound. I rip the shard free and ram it into its gut—twist—feel the rotted organs give way under the blade. I shove the corpse aside, boots sliding in the gore, and grab the fallen creature’s broken spear. It’s jagged. Splintered. Perfect. Behind me, the prisoner howls, driving his own shard into the chest of a witch-stitched thing that bleeds thick black pus instead of blood.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook. She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table? “Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “

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.

she declared, her voice cutting through the room like a knife. Gunfire erupted, echoing against steel and concrete. Chaos descended, but Amara moved like a shadow, her strikes precise, every motion lethal. Luca was a storm beside her, dismantling enemy defenses, converting chaos into controlled devastation. Together, they were unstoppable, a force of fire, blood, and resolve. Among the fray, Milo Nero appeared once more, his eyes glinting with a mix of anger and twisted delight. “You never stop,” he sneered, stepping through the chaos. “Still chasing ghosts in a city that has long forgotten heroes.”

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The forest erupted in screams as guards charged from every angle. “Go!” I roared. We plunged forward as one. My wolf took over, claws raking through armor, bodies dropping like flies. Gemma moved like fire at Asher’s side, blades flashing in deadly arcs as he shielded her from behind. Kara was brutal and precise, while Rowan’s bolts cut enemies down with surgical efficiency. The clearing was chaos. Magic burned the air, wolves snarled, steel clashed, and blood spattered across the snow. I carved a path forward, every kill a step closer to Ivy’s scent, sweet and wild, tangled with fear.

He crashes into another soldier and both slam into a crate. I blink. Nyxara’s expression hasn’t changed. But I know. She did that. Without touching him. Without moving. Without even looking directly at him. My wolf watches her carefully. “You keep doing that.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Terrible liar.” “You’ve said that.” Another hunter raises his weapon. His flashlight flickers. Then dies. Then another. Then another. Within seconds the warehouse sinks back into darkness. Only moonlight remains. Nyxara finally looks up at me.

The white Nodachi slipped from his fingers, dissolving into harmless digital ash before it even hit the obsidian floor. Dax twisted the blade, his amber eyes locked onto the flickering magenta optics of the warlord. "Game over," Dax whispered. He ripped the knife free. The Shogun of the Ashen Sky collapsed backward. The liquid-chrome armor lost its cohesion, rippling and dissolving into a pool of inert, heavy metal on the polished mirror floor. The glowing magenta optics dimmed, sparked, and died. The silence that followed was absolute. Dax stood over the puddle of chrome, his chest heaving, his Phase-Knife powering down with a soft hiss.