Ash Of War: Bloody Slash Novels & Stories

He looks up surprised, and smiles at me. Distracted, I look to my left, but not in time. I see Xavier smile, as he takes aim. He fires, but I duck just in time. I run from my spot, and head towards the forest. I take cover behind a tree, as bullets continue to fly in my direction. I run down the ravine, and spin backwards, waiting for Xavier to find me. I watch Xavier come flying through the trees. He notices me, but it's too late. I take aim, and fire at him. Multiple orange spots hitting him at once. He raises his hands in surrender, and I run back from the forest to the range. I stand behind a wooden barricade, listening for any foreign sounds. I can hear the sound of someone scurrying ne

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”

He showed his skill and cruelty as a vampire with various deadly attacks. The battle continues, with the trees of the forest bearing witness. Alex and Victoria worked closely together, trying to control an increasingly angry and vicious Liam. They had to find a way to take down this more powerful enemy. Suddenly, Alex saw an opportunity. With one swift move, he grabbed Liam and threw him to the ground. Victoria soon followed with her deadly vampire power attack. Liam screamed in pain as the attack hit him. But just as it seemed they had almost succeeded in defeating Liam, something unexpected happened. Liam suddenly emitted a bright light that blinded Alex and Victoria. As they tried to shie

Toward. Toward Ash. Toward Cove. Toward the kid about to explode. “Mother!” Wrath shouts. “Don’t!” I hit the vines. They don’t grab me. They part. First Blood knows First Blood. Ash is on her knees. Burning. Cove is on his. Smoking. Vines connecting them. Feeding. Killing both. I drop between them. Bone knife’s in my hand. Again. Always. “Stop,” I tell them. To Cove. To Ash. To the Tree. “Both of you. Stop.”

Then, they shot right at those people surrounding them. Slash, slash, slash!!! If the Sweeping Army move Tyr made was domineering, then, Tyr’s second attack was so much more tricky and precise. It felt as if there was a strafing of a Gatling gun. With this alone, hundreds of people took the hit. Earlier, some people were able to survive from Tyr’s first move of Sweeping Army, but it was completely different with the second slash. The bodies of those who were hit were pierced through, and they died on the spot.

Weird. As far as Ash could remember, there were no shades of white on the night of their fight. Everything was covered with darkness, deep crimson coming from the large amount of blood that had been spilled on the ship, and the deep orange hue that symbolized the true terror of the Black Wolf plan. It was— Ash eyes widened as if the fog had been lifted and suddenly, all he could see was the scene that made his blood run cold, and the terror and fear shook him through his core.

The wooden door shattered inward with a sound like a gunshot. Splinters the size of daggers flew across the room. Before the dust could settle, the first wave of grey-clad wolves surged over the barricade. Their eyes burned with that unnatural, flat orange light. They made no sound, no growls, no snarls. Just the wet thud of boots and the scraping of claws on stone. "Hold the line!" Ashren roared. He swung the rusted iron bar like a baseball bat. He caught the first attacker, a young wolf from the Green Valley Pack, in the chest. The wolf flew backward, knocking down two others behind him.

I received a letter written in blood. "Soul-bound, 'til death do us part. I kept my promise. —Kaelen" A few drops of dried, brown blood stained the paper. Marcus stood beside me. "Should I take care of this?" he asked gently. I shook my head and placed the letter in a drawer. I heard that on the night of the full moon, he severed his connection to the Moon Goddess, letting his wolf spirit dissipate into the night sky. It is the most sacred, and most painful, way for a werewolf to die.

Silas growled around a mouthful of shadow. Ava’s heart pounded. The dagger was burning in her palm now. When one of the wolves darted for Caleb, she stepped between them and slashed. A ribbon of pale light burst from the blade, tearing the creature apart like a paper cutout. The others recoiled from the flare. “Again!” Rowan shouted. She slashed a second time. Another arc of light seared the ground, forming a thin crescent around them. The wolves hissed, pacing at its edge.