Craven From Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

Then Cammie studied my face. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," she said and looked away. "Cam, tell me why Jacques called you a drudge girl?" "Oh, you really don't know what that means? That's one of the reasons I wanted to gut that girl like a fish!" Cammie said distastefully, but when she saw my blank expression, she heaved a sigh, "Well, drudges are human slaves who serve vampires. They follow and listen to whatever their masters tell them to, and they even provide their own blood to them. I have read that in the vampire stories."

For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.

And she’d been pursued by his own brother, Alaric, who had desired her. Neither of them were permitted back. At least as far as I knew. But I hadn’t been there in awhile now. “I would.” The assertive answer came from a bit to our left. That low, rumbling voice unmistakable. The voice that had made me cower on more than one occasion. All eyes turned to take in the dark head of the Asara Alpha. Draven. His face was splashed with blotches of blood along his chin and over his cheek. Remnants of those they’d just defeated.

She yanked him to the floor while the other vampires in the room that had almost sucked Nanny dry rushed over to help Luca out but some men barged in wearing purple and with the same mask as Raven's. They helped in capturing the two men whilst one of them brought Raven a strange looking knife. Raven held it close to Luca's back and slashed his back from his shirt. Carly shivered on seeing this, Luca was forcing himself not to cry out from the pain. "A message from me to your father. Show him your back son" Raven said and signalled his men to drop the twins back home. "Take the vamps with you to the lab" Raven said "You will never succeed in bringing us down. Father will come for you" Carly y

Images of his lips against mine, images of him between my thighs, so many dirty images of him that have my body hot on the spot and I pull my lips between my teeth to stop myself from doing something I’ll find tough to justify. “Arabella…” Ashley’s call of my name reminds me that she’s standing in front of me, waiting for my response to her earlier inquiry, and with a clear of my throat, I say, “Sorry. Um, the guy. Well. He’s good-looking, maybe too good-looking for an average high school boy and he’s… reserved? Mysterious, if you’ll say? I guess that’s what thrills her the most about him. That mystery. “ “I see. He’s one of those. “

Lara passed me a glass of water which I drank in one gulp. “You don't have to scare her like that, Ruslan.” Lara muttered. He is Ruslan Orlov. The Bratva of Vipers Clan. My step-brother. I have seen him on TV and internet, but it was almost as if the internet didn't portray his beauty well enough. He is a greek god. “Oh, I see. Our step-sister has arrived.” Why does his statement carry so much sarcasm? “Ivana, right?” He raised an eyebrow, coming closer like a tower. A cloud of darkness.

"Kaelen was sick of you a long time ago. He just couldn't break the blood oath until—" I didn't let her finish. The pin plunged deep into her left hand. Blood sprayed across my face. Seraphina’s scream echoed through the parking garage. "My hand! My hand!" she shrieked, clutching her gushing wound. "You psycho bitch!" I pulled the pin out, its dark tip dripping with her blood. "I'll tell Kaelen!" she screamed. "I'll have him rip your heart out! I'll have him execute you in front of the whole pack!"

“I gave you everything. Money, opportunities, the Callahan name. And this is how you repay me? By marrying that girl and dragging our reputation through the dirt? Marcus would never have disappointed me like this.” The mention of my brother again sent fresh rage surging through me. I grabbed a nearby lamp and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the far wall, ceramic pieces scattering everywhere. “Do not talk about Marcus like you actually loved him. You loved the version of him you created, the obedient puppet who did everything you asked. I loved my brother. The real one who laughed with me when we were kids and who suffered in silence because he knew you would destroy him if he

Another guard shouted, but the cry was cut short. Seraphina reached the wagon and wrenched open the door. The stench of sweat and iron met her. Inside, chained to the wall, was a man she almost didn’t recognize. “Cale,” she whispered. He lifted his head slowly. His hair was matted with blood, his eyes hollow. When he saw her, disbelief flickered across his face. “Seraphina?” “Be still.” She knelt, breaking the lock with a sharp twist of her power. The chains fell away, clattering to the floor.

I nodded reluctantly as another guard stepped forward, carefully prying Aria out of my arms, lifting her into a bridal carry, and rushing her out of the room. I turned my head, my eyes landing on the remaining prisoners. Dylan and Cassie were chained to the opposite wall, wide-eyed and glaring. Unlike Aria, they didn't look a single bit weak, they looked like cornered animals, dripping with malice. "Sit down," Vermont murmured, nudging me gently toward a heavy wooden chair. I pulled it out, settled in and watched, breathless, as Vermont walked over to Dylan. He reached out, grabbed Dylan's chin in a brutal grip, and twisted his head forcefully to the side.