Novel & Cerita From Blood And Ash 3

“No. You saved yourself. And now… we make them pay.” Lyra looked up at him. And in that moment, the flame in her heart blazed hotter than ever. “Let them come.” Ashes of Allegiance The wind howled through the trees as the crimson haze of the third Gate began to dissolve, swallowed by the rising fog of dusk. The air felt charged, heavy with the scent of blood and burning leaves. Lyra knelt in silence, her mother’s body cradled in her arms. The light from the shattered mirror had long faded, but the imprint of its vision still burned behind her eyes.

They watched in awe as Asha’s eyes and hair returned back to their normal black color before tears streamed down on her face as she rushed to the coughing man on the ground. Asha only felt like her entire body is surrounded by darkness and a heavy lead that is weighing it down the endless abyss. Her eyes could only see red and an urge to see blood surged in her heart the moment she digested Lyor’s words. The first class warriors of the Blood Wolves clan and her eldest brother’s friends are like a group of elder brothers to her who have grown up in their care. Hearing their condition of being almost turned into death soldiers caused her brain to malfunction, and she could only hear a ringing

had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds. "I... I can't feel them," Ash whispered, staring at his ruined hands. He looked up at her, and the grey in his eyes was replaced by a flickering, unstable gold. "Rhea... what is happening?" "The blood," Rhea sobbed, the golden light in her skin beginning to swirl violently. "The vision was right. You're the final ingredient. The fire... it’s not letting you near me because it wants you to bleed for it first." Outside the cathedral, the legion of a thousand shadow-beasts let out a collective, rhythmic thrum. It wasn't a growl. It was a cheer.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

The battlefield loomed closer, and when I finally broke through the edge of the trees, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks. Chaos. The snow was no longer white but stained crimson, streaked with the blood of wolves, vampires, and rogues. Bodies littered the ground, their lifeless forms frozen in grotesque contortions. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp stench of death. Silver snarled, her ears flattening as we scanned the battlefield. My heart pounded as I searched for Asher, but I spotted Juan’s army first. His forces were locked in a brutal struggle, their wolves clashing with Killian’s rogues.

His eyes fell on the blood on Layla's fingers and he paused, a deadly scowl taking over his face. He clearly didn't like the sight of her blood. Layla knew instantly that she could defeat him with her blood. She raised her hand and waved it towards Asher, splashing her blood on him. Drops of her blood landed on his face and he let out a painful scream. The side of his face where her blood landed was burned badly and Layla could see the blistered skin.

That’s the truth. I sighed and looked out the window. "Grandma, is my husband still alive out there? They've been talking a while." "Wife." My eyes snapped to the door. Asher stood there—his hand covered in blood. I jumped to my feet. Grandma did the same. "B-Blood! Whose blood is that, Asher?!" He looked down at his hand, almost confused. What happened out there? ****** LMCD22

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

Ash vanished into the blast, gone before Liora could even reach for him. Both Drysanas screamed and disappeared. The Keeper watched, unmoved, as the storm swallowed everything. Liora hit the ground hard, hands scraped, head spinning. Kael was next to her, his mark still burning. The woods had changed, no sign of Ash, Drysana, or the Keeper. Only the message: Betrayal has begun. The night is far from over. And somewhere out in the wild, Ash was facing his secret alone, in a world that wanted Moonblood.

“My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.” “It was said that Kayla's last blood held a great piece of virtue. She requested for her lover's ashes to be given to her as the reward for handing out her lover, Emmett, to the Alpha of their time to slay. They had it all these while, and maybe, along the way, they sold it to the hands of strangers, like the humans.” “Please, master, the people who had your urn know Kayla's last blood. You should go get your answers now for we know nothing.”