Blood And Ash And Flesh And Fire Reading Order Novels & Stories

Book 3 in the Divine Order Series. Follow Harper and Elias as they enter the Neverplain to search for the pieces of Marcus's Soul, and have the most life changing battle of their lives.

The rest of the group follows as we make our way closer to the fire. She reaches for an a piece of ember bark that sits in a bowl near the fire. Lyra takes a deep breath, and throws the ember bark into the fire. "I'm afraid I will never be enough." she says so softly I almost don't hear her. The ember bark burns so brightly I have to look away. My gaze collides with Callan who has a blonde sitting comfortably on his lap. Something ugly burns in my stomach. I force myself to look away, and direct my attention back to the fire. My thoughts begin to spin as I try to settle on what fear I'm going to give up.

Her trembling body betrayed her fear. The moment her feet touched the floor of her own room, she felt a false sense of safety, and all her energy drained away. Lila collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily, her body burning, sweat dripping down her skin. “What the hell was that? His voice… I… felt like my bones were shaking.” She hugged herself tightly, her mind unable to stop asking questions. Lila looked at the nightstand, where there was a photo of her mother and father—her old family before her father died after years of battling illness.

I joined in without thinking, grief, fury and something colder all bleeding together as I moved, the wreckage of everything I’d lost fueling every strike. The threads answered me faster this time, like they had been waiting. Red bled into gold as they unspooled from my hands, twisting together and catching fire as they moved. I threw them forward and they wrapped around Conrad’s burning body, tightening until I felt the resistance give. Cassian’s flames fed into mine and the heat climbed until the air warped and my skin prickled. Flesh burned away. Muscle followed. For a moment Conrad's skeleton glowed white hot, too bright to look at directly, and then it collapsed inward, crumbling into ne

The fire in the library had long since gone out. Ash clung to the edges of the hearth like ghosts too stubborn to leave. The once-warm glow that had bathed the room in amber tones was nothing but a memory now, replaced by a brittle cold that sank into the bones. Shadows loomed in the corners—long, unmoving, like watchers in the dark. The scent of old books and aged leather lingered, but beneath it, something sharper had crept in. Metallic. Like the storm-slick scent of blood or a coming reckoning.

Magic rolled outward in a perfect circle, bowing the trees, shaking the earth, and ripping sound out of the air. The Aswang shrieked. “You don’t know what you—” “Enough,” she whispered. It started to burn. White fire without flame, light without heat, and a shadow flaked apart from its limbs. “Tamawo,” it hissed. “We are coming. We smell the crack. We smell him. We smell—” She stepped forward, and the last pieces disintegrated. Silence slammed down. Her knees buckled. Umbra caught her, but darkness swallowed everything.

Rayden raised his hand, and instantly thousands of embers swirled around the hall. “Then let’s burn that darkness until nothing remains.” Flames ignited from within his body. Golden-red tongues of fire pierced the ceiling, swallowing the shadows hiding in every corner. One by one, the bodies that had been infiltrated exploded into shards of light, leaving behind white ash that fell like snow. But blood dripped from Rayden’s lips. The light in his chest pulsed wildly, as if his soul was struggling to bear the weight of the world.

It was like a dragon’s breath, blazing and electric, unstoppable. Silas tried to block it, his lightning flaring, but my power was too much. It engulfed him, burning through his defenses. He screamed, his body convulsing as the flames and bolts consumed him.I didn’t stop until he fell, his body charred and still. The clearing went quiet, the other fights slowing as the Ashborns saw their leader fall. Silas’s eyes locked on mine, his voice a rasping whisper. “Your bloodline… will never rest.”Then he was gone, his body crumbling to ash.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

Asher had crashed into a building, bringing it down instantly. As he got up, he stared at the people in front of him and then he heard the voice in his mind. ‘Yes Asher, go on, kill them, kill them all. They killed her, they took her from you. Kill all of them, show them what you are made of.’ His eyes were pitch black and raising his hand, more buildings set ablaze. Screams of pain filled everywhere and although Edward tried to quench the fire, more buildings kept burning and with each passing second, countless wolves fell to their death.