From Blood And Ash 3 Novels & Stories

Whatever she might have said next was lost under the sudden crash of paramedics through the doorway, a stretcher, hands prying mine gently but firmly off Kai’s shoulder, a voice telling me to step back, sir, please, step back and let us work, and I found myself shoved to the edge of the room watching strangers lift the man who’d thrown his own body over mine without a second’s hesitation, watching his blood soak dark into a white gurney sheet while his eyes searched the room and found me one more time before they wheeled him out. “Elias.” Barely a whisper, almost lost under the noise. “The letter. Your father’s desk. Don’t wait for me.” Then he was gone, out through the ruined door, down the

Elizabeth Blood. Blood. More blood,on my hands ,on the floor ,they were everywhere. The gunshot was what jolted me out of my misery and now Eren lay in my arms,coughing up blood as he struggled to breath. Javan staggered backwards,dropping the gun to the floor as he fell to his knees. The fucking bastard finally came to his senses. “ Eren….stay with me.” I cried ,hoping he could hear me. His heavy eyes found mine and he opened his mouth to say something only to cough up more blood.

sighed Sugar Aquarius. “All these engraved pictures turn out to indeed describe that famous urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’ in this demons-realm of ours, about the three drops of blood from the virgin women whom we love and who love us, which can make us superbly as well as marvelously strong,” followed by Hades. “A moment... A moment...” Evania lifted up her argumentation this time. “What’s that?” asked Hanny, somewhat frowning her forehead. “This hidden picture of three drops of blood doesn’t really explain why Sumico can find out our three drops of blood can work well inside your bodies after we’ve fully become yours, Handsome Husbands...” Evania’s mind was still full of her question-mar

For no matter what the enemy could do, as long as they were not deserving, the elixir would never exist in front of them. HER BLOOD was pumping deep inside her as she pushed a slightly ajar door. The door swung and crashed against the wall, earning her a few terrified looks. "M—Miss Lily!" A group of statled nuns rushed to her, although were stopped by the eldest of them. "Miss Lily Alston," she greeted, wearing an amicable smile despite the creases on her brows. "May we help you with your troubles?" Lily Alston breathed heavily and frantically looked around. Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard.

Blood coated my hands, hot and sticky. It whimpered. Then fell still. Another turned toward me. My arms ached. My side screamed. But I raised my dagger anyway. I was going to die here. I knew it. Then I heard it… A howl. Low. Commanding. Not rogue. Pack. In the distance. Backup. The rogue paused. So did the others. Asher surged upward with a roar, covered in blood, and slashed clean through the last wolf standing over him. Its body fell in two.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”

Isabella's voice came through, clear as day: "From the day I moved in, I've been lacing your blood packs with vervain…" "The trap with the hunters, the vervain in your blood, all my handiwork…" "So just die peacefully. Once you've turned to ash, I'll be Damien's one and only love." The audio ended with a shrill, maniacal laugh. The boardroom fell into a deathly silence. The Kindred elders and executives seated at the long table looked at each other, too stunned to speak. Just then, a violent pain erupted from Damien's Blood Core. It felt as if someone had driven a wooden stake through it, as if a piece of his soul had been brutally torn away.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook. She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table? “Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “