Flesh And Blood Heroes Novels & Stories

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

Emma rushed to her hand and checked it but there was no single burn. “How’s that possible?” She asked. She took a knife and pricked her hand. It bled but suddenly got healed up. That was when Amy needed to tell her the truth that she doesn’t feel pain at all. Carlos was done for the day, he walked towards Amy and saw beside her. “Would you love to learn combat fighting?” He asked. “It looks pretty hard, I don’t think I can do it” she replied, smiling. “It’s not, here let me show you” he pulled her up. She placed her hot dog on the chair and went with him. They went to the floor and stood opposite each other.

I slowly lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling. A lot happened today. I can't quite believe this happened to me. I mean, I've been in a fight before but I didn't get hurt too much unlike a while ago. I also couldn't quite believe that I had entered the world of vampires. Who would have thought they were real, right? Because as everyone knows, vampires are just fiction and no one has yet been able to prove that they are real, but now, I guess I will prove that they are real. I also thought that all vampires were bad unlike in the movies, but I was wrong. Some of them are kind but that's still not a reason for me to trust them because like people they will also betray me. And I won't let tha

He stared at me like I was something disgusting stuck to the buttom of his shoe. The same man I dragged to safety behind crates. The same man I gave my own blood to keep him alive. The same man I worried about while sleeping in an uncomfortable hospital chair with numb legs and an empty stomach from not eating. Now he stood in front of me, alive—but his heart full of hate. “You,” he said coldly, his dark eyes burning into mine. “Are you really the one they chose to send?”

But tonight was different. She looked at him like he had personality disorder and was not in his right state of mind. “I gave you my blood to save you. Maximus said it was the only thing I could do to help,” she said and added, “I don’t think I have another reason to give my blood to you.” Cassian quirked his lips up and stood, as if ready to go. Julianne looked up at him and quickly said, “The thing on your arm…” Cassian turned his body to her and she asked, “Does it hurt?”

We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind. Roaming. Alone. I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf forms; they had put on fire, and it spread wide into the forest, slowly burning deep into the verse land. Blood painted the field. Lifeless bodies, both in wolf and human form were at every corner of the field. The weak ones who had given up on the fight fled for their lives. I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their

Treat that respect well. Faro is determined, like you, and he will succeed where others don’t. He is your money man, the one to keep it safe, the one to hide it and the one to navigate the waters of turbulence that will surely come with my death. To Gage you are a hero. He will forever stand by your side and he will slay your enemies, one after another. Gage is a savage and his talents should not be hidden. He walks in the shadows and he blends with the darkness. Gage will be your greatest weapon.

Hero stood on the other side, a machine gun in one hand, he shot a few men down, seemingly amused. “Hero!” Noah said, knocking down a soldier with his elbow. He noted that his friend wasn’t alone. After Hero emerged, Merrick and Oswald followed. Each had his aura protecting him from the raining bullets. As others got into the picture, the bullets were more determined to take them out. “How is it on the other side?” Noah asked. Hero jumped on a soldier, snapping his arm right off his shoulder, then turned and said. “Not as easy as we have hoped.”

My chest feels too tight but I force myself to keep breathing normally, keep my voice steady. “That sounds really hard,” I say quietly. “You were pretty young when all that happened.” He nods, still not looking at me. I reach across and gently touch the edge of the sketchbook, not closing it, just letting him know I’m here. “Sometimes when scary things happen, our brains hold onto them,” I tell him. “Even when we don’t want them to. And sometimes drawing them out can help us understand them better.” “Does it make them go away?”