Borrow Born Of Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

“Like he burned himself out of reality and stitched himself back together with rage.” Her expression darkens. “That is not natural hybrid magic.” Ashton stiffens. “Blood magic.” “Yes,” she says. “And not just any kind.” Cain’s jaw tightens. “Stolen.” “Harvested,” she corrects. “From the dead. From battlefields. From souls that never had the chance to move on.” A chill crawls up my spine. “He’s wearing it,” I murmured. “That’s why he felt… layered. Like too many things trying to exist in one body.”

I said, every word I spoke birthed with blood, heavy with the fierce determination that coursed through me. As I pondered how my father had lost his life at the hands of Asher's father, I felt my veins tearing apart. At that moment, every inch of me itched for revenge; I was thirsty for blood, and that of none other than Asher's blood.

Ash smiled slowly, reverent and pressed her palm into the torch’s flame. The skin sizzled. She didn’t flinch. “She made me in her image,” Ash whispered, voice trembling with reverence and rage. “And then she tried to bury what she’d created.” Her gaze lifted to the blackened cross still hanging above the altar. “But daughters always rise from their mother’s bones.” The crowd roared. Chanting her name. Ash. Ash. Ash. And from the smoke-filled rafters, the first snow of burning ash fell soft as blessing, cruel as prophecy.

“He was the monster who destroyed our family to begin with! You have no idea, boy, no idea what is out there. I made a deal to keep this family alive, if it wasn’t for me, everyone here would have been sold or traded or dead. The stupid fact that my grandfather mated to a witch only made things worse, you have no idea what our bloodline can do. I banished your beloved cousin before anything else can get out, no one else knows, no one knows what our blood can do, and now mixed with a Blackwood, she will only be wanted more by them, but they don’t know the truth, they don’t know that she isn’t the first born.” I’m frozen on the spot, unable to move, my mind reeling with more and more questions

Shouted the doctor who was with Emma to receive the little one who was coming into the world, the only boy and the only heir of the Vital company. Emma felt like the pain was killing her. She couldn't even understand how it was possible for her to support that big belly for nine months. Where was that beautiful body that she had cared for for so long? At what point did she forget who she truly was? When was being a mother the most important thing? At what point did all this happen? "Oh, I swear I hate him, I hate this child!” She screamed as she felt that giving birth was taking her life completely. And suddenly, Emma gained the courage to push one last time. That child was finally coming in

As soon as Mom heard what I said, she quickly snatched the phone from Dad and asked, "Avril, you've always loved kids. What happened today?" Mom knew I always donated books and toys to the orphanage every year. It was obvious that I adored children. Then, Mom said to me in a low voice, "That Mr. Walker is known to be injured from the waist down. He might be impotent. "All these years, not a single young woman was willing to marry him! Besides, Mr. Walker did propose to you several times. You kept refusing him, didn't you?"

Forged in fire, forged in blood, and this time, I won’t fucking falter in the inferno I was born into. *** THE END ***

At how easy it was to die. Pain seared across my back when a monster ripped through my flesh. Blood was everywhere-black blood, red blood, and red rain. My magic screamed inside of me as my own life spilled forth. Memories rode the current flashes of my mother and father, the few friends I'd made and lost. My eyes fluttered. This is how it feels to die, and I will be eaten before they find my corpse. As another monster lunged for the kill, mouth wide and broken teeth bared, my magic opened up unbidden, uncontrollably.

She laughed as she let me carry on leading her to the gun range. “Hey, you are the one who is more likely to know what boss’s sexual traits are” I laughed. “Well, he had not spanked me yet” She giggled “Its still early days though” “Oh my God Charlotte, who are you and what have you done with the sweet girl we saved from death?” “She’s been reborn baby” She puffed out her chest and grinned at me. “Like a beautiful phoenix” “And I will burn any fucker who tries to hurt me”

Covered in blood… mine, mostly, though some belonged to the afterbirth, to the trauma of forced delivery. What did I have? I closed my eyes and reached inward, past the pain, past all the noise of my failing body. Even past my Ashbourne bloodline. And reached for the thing I had felt when I first touched my son. That spark. That connection… Power. Not like Damon's alpha strength or Millen's genetic enhancements. Something else, and it runs deeper than any bloodline that ever existed. The Ashbourne bloodline wasn't just about strength or speed or heightened senses. Those were surface manifestations, parlor tricks compared to the true gift. I had not understood it before, until now. The bloodl