Ash Of War: Sacred Blade Novels & Stories

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

Joseph gave a nod, then, with his eyes closed, he deactivated his mind shield and began to converse with Blackjack. “Blackjack, wake up and come out, I need you.” “After blocking me, you only contact me when you need something? How about you go fuck yourself and fight your own goddamn battles," Blackjack yelled inside Joseph's head. “You have an opportunity to redeem yourself, mutt, by eliminating Dawn mate. We are currently at war with his pack. Think about this old friend he the reason that our plan was ruin back then. He is attempting to repeat his actions, and he must face the consequences of his deeds," Joseph informed him.

This will be our final battle, one last chance to fight of Natalie on her path to defeat the master. Aaron turns to see Nick racing towards us, in his hands he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. Not far behind him was Ash, blood dribbled from what appeared to be a shallow cut from the top of his head. Ash is waving his hands around telling us to run, to move. He reaches for his last throwing knife but Nick has already reached us. Aaron takes the first hit with his shield that he had managed to bring with him during the whole escape.

He was outside an incredible holy place and his cock was rock hard. "You know the acidic and rusting taste of blood in your mouth. Especially when you bite to the bone and get that gristle. That sickening crack just is music to my ears," his Alpha began to speak, as War glared at him wondering why he was talking of such things." Or when you rip the stomach open. All the guts and intestine look like those long-ass Italian sausage. " War killed. A lot. One thing he hated thought was talking about killing. It made him queasy. "And that's how you tame that monster dick of yours. I need a standing ovation."

I ran towards the forest using my vampire and werewolf speed combined that made me four times faster than any creature. And I arrived at the place where the war was going, I was horrified by the dead bodies around me. Everyone is fighting each other except for the woman in the middle. She's just watching them fight, not even doing anything but to wear her smirk, Blade is in front of her, they are both talking to each other in the middle of a war and they seem so angry. Why are they fucking having a conversation in the middle of this damn war? "Give. Me. Back. My. Daughter" I heard her shouted and rage and the lightning hit the ground where Blade is, gladly, Blade was able to dodge it before

Shiroa nodded her head as she spoke, "Very good. It seems that we just might be able to meet that deadline of yours after all. After this, try to remain under the radar as you cannot handle another 'reward' like this anytime soon." Blade Warlord nodded his head solemnly at those words. He knew full well that it was his blunder that put his branch in the current situation that they are facing. That being said, Blade Warlord currently had his eyes locked on the area with the piles of corpses currently shrinking. Initially, when he had first arrived, he noticed that each pile would get smaller after a minute and a half. Now, however, the speed seems to have increased as each pile shrank a bit a

Luci hung her head down as she started sobbing. “Disgusting girl. Why couldn’t you have been the one to run off with an abomination?” I spat at her, “I should have ordered the wolves to kill you instead.” She sobbed louder, “Such a disappointment, just like your mother.” Azazel gasped as I threw a vial of blood at Luci, the last blood of her mother. The vial smashed against her cheek, the shards cutting into her flesh as her mother’s blood dripped over her lips. Luci licked it out of habit, her eyes growing in terror as she recognized the taste.

Every screen flashed crimson. A symbol appeared, a sigil made of ash and flame. The Covenant of Ash. Then words beneath it, simple and slow: Cities fall. Kingdoms follow. And then, in smaller text almost intimate, like a whisper meant only for her Your heir comes next. Bianca’s hands curled into fists. “Enough.” The screens blinked off at once, leaving only the sound of their breathing. Matteo looked at her, eyes dark and searching. “They’re pushing for war.”

"How long?" "Five minutes," Sora replied. He looked at his own hands. The silver scars on his wrists began to glow with a soft, murderous violet light. "Let them come. I want to see if their perfection can handle a god that was built to break." Vardan shifted, his fur bristling as he prepared for the clash. They stood in a line on the Ashen Plain—a fallen Alpha, a traitor, a frightened soldier, and an anomaly that was finally embracing the void. The wind picked up, carrying the scent of ozone and the approaching storm of steel. The first wave of the final war was hitting the shore.