Borrow Born Of Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

“Don’t drag the innocent into this. If you’ve touched Linette-” “Fools… such fools…” He throws his head back, roaring into laughter. “You are parading around like you know everything, That you deserve to win, that you are correct, yet you know nothing about the truth behind your own life! You don’t even know how the Blood Born work!” “What do you mean?” I ask sharply. “I mean what I said, the Blood Born are three, the Sublime and Sable are born from three bloodlines… Meaning that two by two of the Blood Born are siblings.”

I asked the messenger if he had a clue and he told me about a rising enemy from Raven Darkmoor. The Shadow born. My blood froze. I hadn’t heard that name in years, but the memory of it was still fresh in my mind, sharp and unsettling. The Shadow Born were a cursed bloodline, linked to dark spirits, with energy that could shift the balance of power within all the Clans.

And from blood, prophecy, and ash… A new reign was newly begun.

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.

They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak. "The luna is dead. Why do you keep claiming to be her? And this is not what Luna Ashley looks like." "I shouldn't be explaining myself to you but for the sake of this, I will." "I was reborn in another body. The spirit is Ashley while the body is another's. That explains why I know all your secrets and I am back for revenge." They fell to their faces and could not bear to look up at me. Cold sweats dropped from their forehead to the floor.

I watched the life drain from his eyes, and with a final, satisfying crack, I snapped his neck. "Shadow Guard!" I roared into the forest. "Tear them apart!" The inhibitor had weakened us, but it hadn't erased our strength entirely. Rage and vengeance burned like a wildfire, fueling our return to the fight. My warriors surged forward like beasts unleashed. Gunshots rang out, but no one cared. We were wolves. We were predators. And tonight, the forest would run red with their blood. I snatched a silver dagger from the ground and lunged at the nearest mercenary.

Blade stands up and says, “I’ll see if there’s anything else I can discover with her.” I murmur, “Thank you.” He walks out of the office and I groan as the door shuts behind him. I need to speak to our father over this new addition and I’m not sure how well that will go over. Our father, Julian Ambrose, is very… old school. He worked hard in keeping our blood line pure to guarantee the best and most powerful vampires. He thinks that’s the way everyone should do. He’s not going to be happy about a half-blood staying here. Especially because I think she has potential.

They gazed at their own hands, carefully folded on their laps. The Vance bloodline," Darius continued, his voice carrying the practiced weight of a man who had rehearsed this moment, has carried an outstanding blood debt to Pack Blackwood for generations. A debt inherited. A debt ignored. A debt that, under old pack law, falls to the last living member of that line. An elder in the front row nodded slowly. As if this was reasonable. As if this was simply the way things should be. Eira breathed in through her nose. The air with filled with the smell of candle wax and cold stone and the specific silence that settles over a room when everyone present has already made their peace with something

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.