From Ashes And Blood Novels & Stories

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

And from blood, prophecy, and ash… A new reign was newly begun.

The Weight of Ashes The world smelled of blood and rain. The storm had come hours after the battle, as if the heavens themselves could no longer bear the stench of death. Now the rain fell softly, washing over the broken fields of Crescent Ridge, streaking the ash-stained earth in gray rivulets.

"I just got home and saw blood on the living room floor. Are you okay?" Ivy froze. Damon’s blood must have dripped on the way in. "I should say hello to your friend," Damon teased, trying to get up. Acting on impulse, Ivy pushed him back down, pinning him with a glare. "Don’t you dare." "Ivy?" Hazel knocked again. "I’m fine! Just a small cut on my finger. Nothing serious!" Hazel wasn’t convinced. "There’s too much blood. Let me come in and check." Panic rushed through Ivy. She couldn’t let Hazel see Damon.

Ashes of Trust The camp lay in uneasy silence. Smoke from the recent battle curled in lazy gray spirals above the treetops, carrying the scent of blood, ash, and charred wood. Wolves moved cautiously among the tents, their paws hesitant on the scorched earth, eyes darting as though expecting another ambush. The Moonborn were victorious, but victory tasted bitter, sour beneath the metallic tang of death. Elena stood at the center of it all, her hands tight at her sides, jaw clenched.

"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!"

The rain came late that night—slow and steady, like the sky was finally mourning what the world had lost. By then, the valley had gone quiet. The smell of blood clung to the air, heavy and metallic. Smoke rose from what was left of the Silver Ash’s encampment, curling through the ruins like ghosts that refused to leave. The fires had stopped burning, but their glow still haunted the horizon, painting the clouds a sickly orange. I stood in the middle of it all, my body aching, my hands raw and streaked with dirt and blood that wasn’t all mine. Around me, the survivors were moving through the wreckage, gathering the wounded, whispering the names of the fallen.

She was staring at something. Kamman's men rushed before him, clearing the door of any threat, and then kicked it open as it was locked from within. The glass shattered on impact. They rushed in, and the sight made them come to a sudden halt. Kamman followed and immediately found an explanation for his uneasiness. The floor was full of blood, kids in uniform lay on the ground, most barely responsive, and Asia Song stood over one of them. Asia did not pay attention to them. At the moment, the hand holding the knife was raised.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped Rosa on the face. Since I had to do a lot of work by myself in the mountains, I had gotten a lot stronger. So, her face was swollen in no time. When she saw Yoel from the corner of her eyes, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground. Her white dress was tainted by the mud immediately. Yoel had just returned from collecting water from the river. When he saw what happened, he anxiously threw the bucket to the side.