Borrow Born Of Blood And Ash นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said, then just messed his hair. "It's okay to marry my sister but not my cousin. Why? Because when I have a child with my sister, the child will become pure blood too, but when it's from me and my cousin, it's no longer called a pure-blood vampire," he said. And I'm eating some fries while he's talking. "Is Ms. Ashley not of pure blood?" I inquired out of curiosity. "Ash, on the other hand, is a dhampir. She is the offspring of a mortal and my uncle Fre," he explains.

Evryn whispered. A soft voice echoed from the shadows. “You left so many pieces behind.” A figure emerged, cloaked in shadows, wearing Evryn’s face—but hollowed, haunted. Her movements were graceful, precise, but twisted with a sorrow she had never known. Evryn stared. “You’re one of the echoes.” The figure smiled faintly. “I’m what you would’ve been… had you not chosen hope over revenge. I am Ashryn. Born from ash, forged in grief.”

A family he needed so desperately that his mind eventually built them from scratch. Suddenly the journals made perfect sense. The house. The marigolds. The library. The wedding. The rainy afternoons. The bedtime stories. None of it had begun as delusion. It had begun as survival. A lonely child had imagined a future where he was loved. Then he had spent the rest of his life living inside it. By the time Aisha left the archives that evening, the sun was beginning to set beyond the hills. Golden light spilled across the hospital grounds, bathing the trees in warmth.

Chapter 20: Bloodline and Bypass "Stop," Thalen hissed, his hand shooting out to lock around Zeyric’s wrist with a grip so tight the bones clicked together in the freezing gloom of Malakor’s antechamber. "Do you feel that? The threshold ward isn’t just keyed to faculty mana signatures. It’s a literal blood-gate. It reads lineage."

With a fierce roar, Othniel bit through his tongue and sprayed blood across his cavalry saber. Instantly, the blade turned blood-red, transforming into what looked like a demonic weapon. Knox shouted in alarm, "Watch out! That's the Highland Tribe's Blood-Forging Art. It amplifies combat power." Othniel's face twisted grotesquely. "Take this!" A crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking his blade. Othniel's entire body shook as he rose into the air, looking like a God of Thunder, wielding red lightning.

His face paled at the mention of my best friend, his once girlfriend. “You can't” I muttered out a hiss before turning to leave.I almost reached the stairs when I felt his grip on my forearm, turning me around to face him. “You said you are here for our son right? But judging from your attitude, it looks like you are far from wanting me around.If that's the case Elysia, don't dream anything because I will not let you take my son away.He is the heir of Voroz bloodline and I'll do everything in my power to keep him with me.So don't even try” Nikona warns, moving his other hand to grab my face harshly.

"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."