Blood And Ash Series Book 6 Novels & Stories

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

I don't know how long we searched and just when we were about to give up, I saw a red book which lay about the stacks of books and just like others this book was also Dusty. The only difference is that it is red in Color which is different from the colour of the book around it. I went over and picked it up and it read, "How to eliminate a forbidden soul" "Ashley I think I found something similar" I gestured to her to come over. After she came over I opened the book to see what is inside. ~~"Just like I saw! There will be blood shed and someone who is not of this world will bring chaos. And this is why I made all necessary preparation for when what will happen will happen.

"Without that blood on your hands, that one you can so easily pour into your veins with a single push of the needle, without it your nothing. Just a weak person, struggling to accept herself." "Don't listen to him Ashly." Prea voice was strong. She reached out her hand to remove the needle from her hands. Ashly moved fast, she dropped the blood onto the floor, creating a splash of black when the bag broke open. Her hand wrapped tightly around Prea wrist and she inspected her hand closely. Her face twisted into one of fury as she noticed the open cut on her palm. Ashly grip tightened and Prea tried hard to not cry out in pain. After a while she was unable to hold any longer. "Ashly it hurts.

SERAPHINA’S POV ‘Wire and Ash’ The blinding spotlight sliced through the ocean mist, turning the pitch-black deck into a stark, blinding stage. The high caliber line slammed into the glass railing above my head with a deafening CRACK, showering my hair and shoulders with heavy shards of reinforced glass. I ducked, pressing my back against the vibrating hull, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. Heavy boots pounded across the upper deck. Shouted orders, sharp and panicked, cut through the roar of the dark waves.

"Kaelen was sick of you a long time ago. He just couldn't break the blood oath until—" I didn't let her finish. The pin plunged deep into her left hand. Blood sprayed across my face. Seraphina’s scream echoed through the parking garage. "My hand! My hand!" she shrieked, clutching her gushing wound. "You psycho bitch!" I pulled the pin out, its dark tip dripping with her blood. "I'll tell Kaelen!" she screamed. "I'll have him rip your heart out! I'll have him execute you in front of the whole pack!"

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

“I told you before. I’ll repay everything you’ve done to me and then some. You deserve this.” Blood began to seep from her nose, ears, and eyes. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no sound came out. From the hatred in her eyes, I could guess what she wanted to say. I took a few steps back to avoid getting blood on me. With blood pouring from all seven orifices, Wendy’s body exploded. She burst apart like a firecracker. A spray of blood splashed across my face, making me look even more terrifying, like a demon risen straight from hell.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

“My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.” “It was said that Kayla's last blood held a great piece of virtue. She requested for her lover's ashes to be given to her as the reward for handing out her lover, Emmett, to the Alpha of their time to slay. They had it all these while, and maybe, along the way, they sold it to the hands of strangers, like the humans.” “Please, master, the people who had your urn know Kayla's last blood. You should go get your answers now for we know nothing.”