Ash Of War: Bloody Slash Novels & Stories

We fought as one. An infernal shriek pierced the air as one of Morgan’s winged beasts dove toward us. I leaped, slashing it across the chest before it could reach Rowan, the momentum knocking me to the ground. But I didn’t stay down. I sprang back to my feet, breathless and blood-spattered, my hair flying around me like a banner of war. Across the field, Asher was locked in brutal combat with a beast that looked like it had crawled from the depths of the underworld.

The battlefield loomed closer, and when I finally broke through the edge of the trees, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks. Chaos. The snow was no longer white but stained crimson, streaked with the blood of wolves, vampires, and rogues. Bodies littered the ground, their lifeless forms frozen in grotesque contortions. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp stench of death. Silver snarled, her ears flattening as we scanned the battlefield. My heart pounded as I searched for Asher, but I spotted Juan’s army first. His forces were locked in a brutal struggle, their wolves clashing with Killian’s rogues.

For a heartbeat, the warlord was exposed — his side bare, unguarded. Killian moved. He twisted under the strike, blade flashing upward in a brutal arc. Steel met flesh, carving deep into Varrow’s side. The warlord staggered, armour splitting, blood spraying — not red, but black and thick, like ink mixed with fire. It hit the ground and sizzled, birthing twisted forms that writhed for a moment before crumbling into ash. Varrow dropped to one knee, his laugh echoing across the wall even as blood poured from him.

The man commands. And the hell breaks loose. THIRD PERSON POV Two armies charge at each other as the man’s voice resounds through the woods. Beast slashes through the wolves with her silver blades, then whoever’s behind her finishes the enemy off. Aiden and Asher work with Leo as her sidekicks, efficiently killing off the Undeads at the front. The sounds of gunshots can be heard throughout the whole area, alerting every living thing about the bloodbath taking place there.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

Few were. Another mercenary came from my left, blade flashing silver in the torchlight. I ducked low, caught his wrist, and twisted until the snap echoed across the trees. His sword clattered uselessly to the ground before I drove my claws up under his jaw, hot blood spilling over my hand. My wolf howled its approval, but it wasn’t enough. The fury wasn’t burned out; it only spread, clawing deeper into me.

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

Eyes closed. Then they opened. Pure white. Expressionless. The lights exploded. Screams echoed. Fifteen Minutes Later – Arrival Natalie, Adrian, and Cassandra approached the lab perimeter, weapons drawn. Riley’s voice came through their earpieces. “Be careful. You’ve got multiple dead signals inside. No outgoing comms. Place went dark ten minutes ago.” “Copy,” Natalie said, stepping into the main corridor. What greeted them was carnage. Burned-out gear. Melted helmets. One soldier lay with his spine snapped backward.

Boom. The sword unexpectedly slipped off Alora's hand as a sudden force shoved her onto the ground, causing her to fall hard with a loud cry. Without sparing any further second, Asher reached for the sword on the ground, and as he drew level with her, he pierced it deep into her chest. Her blood came spilling out as fast as her screams.

It was because I would not buy him expensive toys or let him play on his phone without finishing his homework. The biggest reason was my refusal to allow Leia to be his mother. Even so, when I noticed the slab that was about to fall, I rushed forward without hesitation to shield him with my arms. The slab struck me on my head and left a gaping wound. But he pushed me away and grabbed Leia’s hand. He asked her with a concerned look on his face if she was scared. Williams Taylor burst in with a gas mask, and he was the first to rush over. He got hold of the only gas mask and handed it to Leia.