Craven From Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

If there wasn’t, she would carve one with her bare hands. A low groan came from the far side of the room. Joran turned towards it, but before he could react, a sharp sound of glass slicing through flesh rang through the air. He gasped, clutching his throat, blood spilling through his fingers as he collapsed onto his knees. “Damn it!” I cursed, stepping back just in time to see a shadow dart from the corner of the room. Raven. She was moving too fast for someone who had been brutalized the night before. Blood dripped from her, but her movements were precise, fueled by pure rage. A shard of broken glass glistened in her hand, its edges painted red.

Briggs POV I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I sped toward the apartment, the video looping in my head like a bad reel I couldn’t shut off. Wren on the floor, blood at her mouth, my mother’s voice screaming that Lumi had kicked her. It didn’t add up, but the image burned anyway, and every red light felt like it was mocking me.

No one expected her to rise from the crater. Not the Ashborn, their faces streaked with the soot of defeat, their howls fractured on the night air. Not the Dustborn warlord who’d shattered the ravine with war-chants older than any living memory, who’d worn bone from dead gods and bathed in the dust of crumbled empires. Not Vessa, her jaw split and bloody, sword snapped, hope winnowed to a single breath. Least of all, not Seren herself.

ALEKSANDER The taste of copper fills my mouth when Asher drives his fist into my jaw, the metallic tang blooming as if to remind me that I'm still alive. The f*****r knows that I don't want bruises on my face so he's hell bent on giving me a few. “My bad” he grins.

I ask Aspen. “That is Craig; his wife is worse than him. They are both vile pieces of work. She is a hybrid, and he is a vampire. They are heavy in these auctions. His wife tortures them and does things that would make your skin crawl,” Aspen says. “I do not want to meet her. Maybe Draco can kill them both. He was looking at me all crazy. It made me nervous,” I say. Aspen spins me around to face him. He brushes my hair out of my face. “He was asking about you too. He found you intriguing,” Aspen says.

His eyes gave off shiny crimson mild and his mouth became packed with faded white and sharp enamel. "Damn brat." Tony laughed violently and grabbed Raven's arm, biting his neck!! "You...!!" Raven felt a pointy ache from his neck and blood became being sucked away at a daunting rate. This absolutely cruel blood-sucking reminded Raven of Laura's tragic nation remaining nighttime. No mistake, this man is the proper offender. "What a smart brat, however, that is the give up of the road for you. You will assist me to block those pesky human beings."

Whilst he was doing all that he also turned around not wanting to aggravate the attacker more. If looks could kill he would have died the moment he took in the image of the man standing in front of him. He was very handsome and looked very cool with the way he was handling his sword with a cold air around him. Cheng Yan took in his image as if he was drinking water. Even his Adam's apple was dancing to every saliva he was gorging down. The wound was long forgotten.

His eyes my eyes glowed with fear and confusion. “Stop!” Athena screamed, but I didn’t care. I lunged again. Hudson growled, pain in his voice, and tried to defend himself. We clashed hard, fur and claws and teeth flying. The room shook from the force of our fight. Crash! The lamp beside the bed shattered. We hit the wall and broke a hole through the plaster. Athena cried out, backing into a corner. “Travis! Please! Stop it! Stop! He’s bleeding! He’s bleeding to death, please!” But I couldn’t stop.

The house erupted in flames and began to crumble into ash and hot dust. “Beautiful,” Issa murmured as he watched the house of the traitor burn. “You are getting a hang of your powers,” He said in an impressed tone. We stood for a while, in silence just watching as the house burned before I asked him the question, I knew he had the answers to. “Who is Helena Craven?” He said nothing at first as he stared silently at the fire. “She was the Luna of Craven Groves,” he replied. “Was? She is dead?” I asked as I looked at him.

But that wasn't what occupied my thoughts. Fabian knew about House Gold. He knew why Camryn died. And he was a vampyre. The next morning, I found him in the music room as usual. He was playing something melancholic. When he saw me, he stopped. "Miss Chavez. I wasn't sure you'd come." "We need to talk. Properly." He nodded and gestured to the chair beside the piano. "Ask whatever you want. I owe you that much." I sat down, studying his face in the morning light. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept. "You said you're a vampyre. From House Castellan?"