Novel & Cerita Borrow Born Of Blood And Ash

Is it a dream or I have gone crazy trapped in the four walls. I watched helplessly as the baby fully sneaked out through my bump, masked in blood and eyes blazing crimson red. A loud startled yell of Nikona from the distance rings through the hall before I succumbed to darkness.

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.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

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.

She would always be thankful for what he’d done but she still hated this. Her family had never been rich, in fact, they’d come here from Albania with very little. Her father had opened a small construction company and her mother had worked for him there. Local gangs had ruled the area where they lived and violence was the order of the day. She clenched her eyes shut as the memories spilled into her mind without her permission. The gang had tried to rob her parents in the office and they’d been furious when no cash could be found. A bullet to each of their heads had ended their lives and Agron had lost his shit.

Asher snapped. The words were pure pride and refusal wrapped together. "I know you can handle it." I said without flinching but forced my voice calmer. "You can handle two of those rotting things without an issue." I stepped closer. "But the Bloodborn..." His nostrils flared. "We don't even know if that is what it is yet..." "We know enough," I shot back. "It's alive. Fast. Clean movement. On our line like it knows where to go." My jaw clenched. "That's not a thing you gamble your healing on."

Because nothing born in blood ever leaves you clean. ****

Evan is concerned. "You had nothing to do with wolf until the wedding day. I could tell by your scent something had changed, but it is totally different. Most of us are born werewolves; a few are born as humans and then transform into wolves under some circumstances. "Evan looks at Solomon. "Oh, Evan was talking about my big brother’s mate Charlotte Wood. She was a human and he turned her into a werewolf after they are mating together. But she was just like us now; half human and half wolf. What is your problem?" Solomon tries to mind-link but is refused by Evan.

"You....." "A child, half-vampire, half-nephilim. With blood so pure and a body so powerful, could there be a more perfect bride to rule this wretched world by my side?" Asher glanced at the newborn briefly before placing her in the hands of her mother. He patted Kerry's sweat-soaked hair with a gentle smile. "Well done, Kerry." Then he simply disappeared, like he had never been there. Kerry looked down at her baby. Red eyes peered up at her. Her eyes inevitably teared up as she brushed a drop of blood from the newborn's lips. "My poor girl."

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.