Born Of Blood And Ash Series Order Novels & Stories

He thought of all the evil conversations his mother had against him and his rage increased. “How does it feel to have your plan work against you?” he asked her as she was writhing in pain. “If you ask me, I’ll say it’s exciting.” “B-but…I’m your mother,” his mother said as she gasped for breath. Cassian clenched his jaw and said, “You are no mother to me.” And with that, he felt a pang of hunger and somehow, his instinct told him he needed to feed. Blinded by rage, he plunged his teeth into her neck and sucked out blood. He didn’t know how long he kept feeding, but long enough for his father to hit his head with an iron. His head collided with the hard surface and he felt a stinging pain at

he commands. So I do. “I am Alejandro. Son of two worlds. Born of betrayal, raised in shadow. But I carry the flame of the Bloodfang, and I do not hide it.” The grove responds. The ground trembles. The whispers stop. The Ashbane glows brighter. Its thorny stem uncurls. But it does not release. Not yet.

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

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.

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

I hated that he noticed. He chuckled low. “Good. ’Cause there’s blood coming, brother. You either pick up your cut or get cut out.” I turned to him then, eyes cold. “You ever think maybe blood isn’t the answer?” He leaned in close, voice a whisper meant to sting. “This is the club, Ash. Blood’s always the answer here.” Before I could reply, Griff’s office door slammed open and he stepped out with fire in his eyes and a paper clutched in his hand.

had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds. "I... I can't feel them," Ash whispered, staring at his ruined hands. He looked up at her, and the grey in his eyes was replaced by a flickering, unstable gold. "Rhea... what is happening?" "The blood," Rhea sobbed, the golden light in her skin beginning to swirl violently. "The vision was right. You're the final ingredient. The fire... it’s not letting you near me because it wants you to bleed for it first." Outside the cathedral, the legion of a thousand shadow-beasts let out a collective, rhythmic thrum. It wasn't a growl. It was a cheer.

“But many powerful leaders feared what our child would become.” Aria folded her arms tightly. “So people wanted me dead before I was even born.” Nobody answered because it was the truth. The room became quiet again for a moment before I spoke. “What exactly is the Order of Ash?” Lucien’s expression hardened immediately. “A group created from fear,” he answered coldly. “Witches, wolves, and vampires who believed bloodlines should never mix.” “They called themselves protectors of balance,” Dravenna added calmly. “But they were extremists.”