Bloody Slash Ash Of War Location 소설 & 이야기

And I realize, with cold clarity, the most dangerous part of this night isn’t the hunters. It isn’t the silver. It isn’t extinction. It’s the fact that Rowan Varkas has decided I am part of his survival. And wolves never let go of what they claim. Because above us, on the rooftop, a red laser sight settles silently over Rowan’s heart. And this time— He doesn’t see it.

Not when Caspian needed me. Evening found me cresting the final rise overlooking Ashwood territory, or what was left of it. Ashwood lay ahead… the path twisted through familiar hills, but as I crested the final rise, the sight hit me like a physical blow. The pack lands were a ruin. Once-vibrant meadows were scorched black, earth churned to mud by boots and claws. The main village… proud halls of stone and timber lay in smoldering heaps, roofs caved in, walls cracked like broken eggshells. Smoke still curled from the wreckage, carrying the acrid bite of burned wood and flesh. Bodies dotted the landscape… warriors frozen in death, some shifted, some human, faces twisted in final agony. The ai

The glider pulled off the side of the lungs, which forced the air out of the lungs. “But not against primitive heat search rockets. The Ash Warlords do not use Target computer. They fire blindly on everything that heat releases.” I looked out the window and I stopped breathing. From the grey, dead ash desert under us hundreds of dense, black Smooths. It looked like the earth was bleeding itself. When we get closer I realized the cause. It was a huge fleet of monstrous, moving fortresses. Klobe tanks, welded together of rusty steel plates, driven by primitive,

it was obvious Alex was worried about which location Adler would choose, "What is it?" I asked with a little bad feeling. Alex frowned for a moment, "We suspect that Adler will choose the Land of Ashes as the site of the war "Why?" "That place is one of the neutral territories, but werewolves cannot bring out their wolf form in the Land of Ashes." he explained, "Several hundred years ago there was a big war between werewolves, several thousand of us died there because of the war. It was a very long winter, it was almost impossible to bury all the war dead in the ground that had hardened with snow. So the authorities at the time decided to burn the bodies all at once to ashes. Now it's a sacr

We stepped through the portal ready to get the last packs on board with my plan to end the war. We landed at the gates of the Black Ash Pack. The village was at the base of a large volcano. Now I see why it’s called Black Ash. I knew that the ground here would be fertile for farming, but how often did the volcano erupt and how did they manage to survive? Ash and Lava were deadly.

This wasn’t an attack anymore; this was war. _________ UNKNOWN POV Far beyond the mansion walls, hidden among the trees overlooking the estate, a black SUV sat silently in the darkness. Declon watched the mansion through binoculars from the back seat. Firelight reflected faintly across his face while endless gunfire echoed through the night. One of his men, Asher, rushed toward the vehicle, breathing heavily, blood smeared across his jacket. “We can’t find where he kept your sister, Boss.”

Not when the horns started howling like beasts, calling every blade in the Dominion down on our heads. He just kept running. And I followed. Because what else was left? The Ash Road wasn’t a road at all. Not anymore. Just a scar of black earth where a forest had burned to bone years ago, when the war first crawled out of its grave. The ground was still bitter, still dead, still whispering secrets no one should hear. It fit. Gods, it fit too well. The silence between us was a living thing—loud and sharp and thick enough to choke on.

The closer she approached the ruined buildings of the Blood Wolves clan, the heavier her body feels. Asha took a deep breath as she entered the central square, but her steps did not continue as she fell down to her knees with a plop. The crisp sound of her knees hitting the brick ground echoed in the quiet square, and such a fall could have hurt her kneecaps heavily, but Asha’s dark pupils did not even blink at the pain as it stared straight at the bodies piled up at the center of the square. The smell of blood and the slightly rotten odor in the air managed to break through Asha’s newly created shell as tears fell down her unblinking eyes like a waterfall.