Novel & Cerita Bloody Slash Ash Of War Location

Hermione got up slowly from her seat and headed for the stairs. In she was in Ruke’s room. She needed space to process the ghastly revelation, she was so tired. First, her mother had left and now she was going to lose her mate because of some stupid reincarnation bullshit. At that moment she knew that there was going to be another war, it was coming and she wasn’t going to waste the time she had with her mate brooding. She stood up and made for the door. Her hands were inches from the doorknob when it was opened from the outside and Ruke walked in, his hair wet. “I used Raphael’s bathroom, figured you needed space.

“We survived.” “For now,” I whisper, staring at Matteo’s corpse. “But they’re not done. This was only the first wave.” He pulls me closer. “Then let them come. We’ll burn every last one.” Our eyes meet—darkness against fire—and for a moment, I forget the war, the betrayal, the ghosts. Because even in ruin, we are still us. Bound by blood. Fueled by love twisted into obsession. And tonight, the ashes belong to us.

Blood coated my hands, hot and sticky. It whimpered. Then fell still. Another turned toward me. My arms ached. My side screamed. But I raised my dagger anyway. I was going to die here. I knew it. Then I heard it… A howl. Low. Commanding. Not rogue. Pack. In the distance. Backup. The rogue paused. So did the others. Asher surged upward with a roar, covered in blood, and slashed clean through the last wolf standing over him. Its body fell in two.

Crossing Boundaries:- Ashara slipped through the back door of the college building, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a warning drum. The path behind the science wing led straight into the tall, rustling trees that marked the beginning of the neutral woods—neither claimed by the East nor the West. But Ashara wasn’t interested in neutrality today. Her feet knew the direction well. She had rehearsed it over and over in her mind.

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

Ethan Cade did not drink coffee. He consumed it. Like ammunition. Shot after shot. Cup after cup. And tonight, his desk was littered with the husks—porcelain soldiers slain in battle—evidence of the war he had been fighting for hours without pause. The skyline outside his office windows bled gold into midnight, skyscrapers gleaming like polished blades. The Cade Enterprises tower stood tallest, proudest, its crown touching the sky like it owned the damn hemisphere.

And I have walked far enough into this forest to know, it remembers me too. I smell ash long before I see it. The herb I seek, Ashbane, grows only in cursed ground. Born from the blood of wolves and witches who died here in a war no one speaks of. A war where betrayal hung heavier than victory. The kind of place Inferno calls "ripe with truth and ruin." I call it dangerous. But he insisted. So I came.

Of her choosing me again. If she did… everything would fall apart. Author’s POV After two days on the road, Tristan finally arrived at Ashwood City—his city, the heart of the Moonlit Shadow pack. What greeted him was ruin. Smoke still curled upward from the blackened remains of houses and buildings, thin gray fingers reaching toward the heavens. The streets were coated in ash, the air heavy with the bitter stench of burned wood and loss. At first glance, the city looked empty, lifeless—as though nothing had survived the slaughter.

“I was wrong.” I wanted to hear that—no I needed to hear that. “It makes no difference to me. Mate or not, you are mine and I am yours.” “I—” His words were cut off by the loud blast. Another followed, leaving me momentarily dead. Thick smoke rose in the distance from the direction of the pack house. “Get behind me,” came Asher's voice, his gaze locked on something I couldn’t see. “What is going on—” But then I saw it. Hands digging out from the ground like corpses coming back to life, but they weren’t corpses, they were people—very much alive.