Blood And Ash Kindle Novels & Stories

She says hugging into me, i take the card from her hands and i open the door then hand it back to her, when i know she's protected I engulf my body in flames and I swing open the door, lines and lines of salt sat across my path, dark mountains ash was glued to the floor. I imagine in the hopes that nobody could break the barrier by accident. Taking a nervous breath I step over it, as I do the salt, the mountain ash and the glue burns to a crisp, breaking the barrier and allowing us to leave.

His eyes slowly lost their light as he stared at the reddened sky which glowed with thunderous red thunderous strikes followed by an outpour of rain of blood. The red-winged angel had been reborn and the skinwalker prophesies of Asher fulfilled.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped Rosa on the face. Since I had to do a lot of work by myself in the mountains, I had gotten a lot stronger. So, her face was swollen in no time. When she saw Yoel from the corner of her eyes, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground. Her white dress was tainted by the mud immediately. Yoel had just returned from collecting water from the river. When he saw what happened, he anxiously threw the bucket to the side.

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.

Whispered voices filled the air, faint and echoing, too strange to understand but enough to send chills down my spine. Ash lifted his hand. His nails darkened, lengthened, curved—like demonic blades born from darkness itself. “Don’t move,” he ordered quietly. His hand took mine. He didn’t rush it, like this moment had to be felt fully. His fingers were cold but steady as he opened my palm and gently pressed it down on the glowing symbol beneath us. With a quick, sharp motion, his demonic nail sliced my skin. The sting spread immediately, but somehow it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. My blood trickled out slow, warm and red, dripping onto the floor before Ash bent down.

The scene is something primal and cruel. There, on the bed, lies Asher. He’s sprawled in an utterly unnatural way, his entrails exposed with a violence so raw, so animalistic, I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. The blood—thick and red—drenches the sheets, pooling around his body as if every drop had been spilled with sadistic precision. His face, once full of confident smiles, is now frozen in a grimace of pain he never had the chance to express. His lifeless eyes seem to stare at me, challenging me to grasp the brutality of what has happened.

What about the stupid heart that wouldn't stop bleeding for the wrong person? What was he supposed to do with it? Brewster continuously hit his chest as he covered his mouth with one hand and cried profusely in the car... Even when the car dropped him at the main gate and he finally stepped out of the castle environment, he still didn't feel the relief he expected. Instead, his heart ached even more. But he wasn't going back there. He wouldn't return to the man who would never return his feelings. Brewster wiped his face and stopped a cab. Fortunately, his phone was in his pocket, and he was able to pay the cab as he was driven to his mother's hospital...

Every blow they struck made my heart pound faster, the marks on my body flaring like molten gold. Ryan’s voice fills my head through the link again, his presence like a rough, fiery caress inside my mind. At the same moment, his paws connects with Asher’s face. The crack of bone is loud enough to echo across the room. She reels back, shocked, her perfect nightgown stained with her own blood.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

"Grandpa, I want to go to the other side to see Lulu. Won't you let me do it? I want to be buried with her. Can you help me talk to her parents?" Lawrence's face turned ashen, his steely features cold with an intimidating anger. He grabbed Simon and dragged him to the front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on his face. "Look at what you've become! Out of all the grandsons of the Fulmer family, you're the most useless one!" Simon stiffly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The man in the reflection resembled a zombie with hollowed cheeks and lifeless eyes. A gloomy, somber energy surrounded him.