Craven From Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

Said Ingrid. The prince rolled his eyes, while the princess sighed in relief. Ingrid commanded two warriors to get the creature from the chamber. They did so. “Now place it on the two metal poles outside. For the crowd to see the creature clearly.” The warriors did as commanded. Ingrid, the princess as well as the prince all stood at the balcony. “I am sure you have heard stories about the blood thirsting creatures that lurk in the wild looking for fresh blood. This is one of those creatures, a true vampire.” said Princess Ashah.

There are scowls as Brimworth leaves. "We trust no sell-out," Lucas stroked me with his shoulder as he walked past me. The others walk away, displaying scorn. I toss my bag onto a bench, angry. "Why do you have to make me do this, mom?" I grumble.

Vivian asked. Scarlet was overcome by an insatiable desire to feed. Every pore in her body screamed out for blood—for Vivian’s blood. Her body was positively quaking. She was dying to kneel down and sink her teeth into Vivian’s throat. She saw herself drinking and drinking, filling up on her blood. It was a craving so strong, she didn’t know if she could stop it. “Scarlet!” came a harsh voice from behind. There was something in that voice, something just strong enough, to make Scarlet turn.

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

The room fell silent, and every individual present bowed in submission. "And bring Asama Erza to me. I need blood," he added, leaving no room for discussion. Draven departed the hall, craving solitude and the sustenance only fresh blood could provide. He retreated to his chambers, where the skin of a wolf adorned the walls—a grim reminder of their ancient feud with the werewolves. Vampires, older and more traditional than their rivals, shunned modern conveniences, clinging to their ancient ways.

He stayed still, breath slow, eyes fixed on the door Alyssa had just stepped through. She was the target. Had been from the beginning. He hadn’t expected a complication. Definitely not one with that scent. Aiden The moment the man, Cole, stepped into view earlier, Aiden had gone stiff. That wasn’t just any wolf. That was an Alpha, he smelt of old blood, ancient and powerful. He exuded power in every step, every breath. And he was with her. Aiden’s phone buzzed once in his hand. A text from Lucas:

For some reason, she felt off. “What are you doing?” Zara suddenly asked. “Shut up, Zara. I’m trying to feel some—” She barely completed the rest of her words when a faint creak echoed. Nyra pressed harder. A panel shifted, and her heart raced. Inside the hidden crevice, dust-coated paper lay in a roll. Instinctively, she pulled one out gently. It was a letter with faded ink on it. The crest at the bottom bore the Draven insignia.

He leaned forward and spat a thick, viscous wad of saliva directly onto the glass between us. “You’re an old cargo, Croft!” he screamed, his voice cracking. “A rotting ship! I’m coming for you! I’m coming for both of you! You hear me? YOU’RE DEAD!” I didn’t flinch. I simply looked at the spit slowly sliding down the partition, a perfect symbol of his entire existence: base, ugly, and ultimately inconsequential.

Our sweat and body fluids coated the tiled floor, forming a thick film on the floor. I don't give a fuck if Scarlet sees it, but I have Raven's dignity to protect, so I cleaned it up before the door clicked. The door burst open and Scarlett rushed in, her eyes roaming the room and landing on Raven on the bed. Then she lifted her gaze to me. I probably look like trash, with hair and body coated with sweat. My chest rose and fell as I hissed out a breath. “ Why are you sweaty and.…..” she pointed to my crutch and I looked down just to see that I hadn't buttoned up my trousers.