From Blood And Ash 3 Novels & Stories

“We survived.” “For now,” I whisper, staring at Matteo’s corpse. “But they’re not done. This was only the first wave.” He pulls me closer. “Then let them come. We’ll burn every last one.” Our eyes meet—darkness against fire—and for a moment, I forget the war, the betrayal, the ghosts. Because even in ruin, we are still us. Bound by blood. Fueled by love twisted into obsession. And tonight, the ashes belong to us.

“The last time one was made… an Alpha never returned.” Fenrak turned toward the forest where Kael had vanished. “Then let’s hope this time, the story ends differently.” The Blood Moon pulsed once more, bathing Ashwood in its unholy glow. Somewhere beyond the trees, far in the shadows where the wind whispered names of the dead — Rhea screamed. ---

"It's still we, is it? Well, if your wolf is still here you haven't had enough yet. I will rid this realm of all werewolves ……starting with you." Zade fell into a quiet Humm as he cast an enchantment on the torturous devices that decorated the dungeon. As he hummed, the blades came off the walls and sliced at my flesh. My blood-soaked rags clung to my already open wounds. My will to fight was slowly dissipating when I realized the blood was no longer just sticking to me. I could hear Dash saying something, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. All I know is that the blood that was once dripping was now sealing my wounds and creating a blood-like Armor. 'I told you we'd make it out of

she suggested which made Vladimir pull her again and looked deeply into each other’s orbs. ‘Hmm…we have to break their bones…but only those who were willing to change for the better can deal with that.’ “Never heard such thing before.” Then Vladimir switched places with Ashlyn so she could kick the fallen rogue behind him. ‘Immortal Bloods does that and it helps me.’ “Ohh, right, how can I forget that part? Stupid me.” Ashlyn almost mentally slapped herself for forgetting that part and just knocked out another fallen rogue before her. ‘Stupid but beautiful.’

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

I hated that he noticed. He chuckled low. “Good. ’Cause there’s blood coming, brother. You either pick up your cut or get cut out.” I turned to him then, eyes cold. “You ever think maybe blood isn’t the answer?” He leaned in close, voice a whisper meant to sting. “This is the club, Ash. Blood’s always the answer here.” Before I could reply, Griff’s office door slammed open and he stepped out with fire in his eyes and a paper clutched in his hand.

I reached for him— “Elira.” Ash’s voice stopped me mid-step. I turned slightly. He had entered the chamber without me noticing, his dark eyes already scanning the room as more wounded soldiers pushed through the doors behind him. The steady flow of demons had not slowed. If anything, it was getting worse. Ash watched the missing arm for a moment before his gaze returned to me. “No,” he said calmly. I blinked at him. “He’s losing too much blood,” I replied. “And he will likely continue to lose it.”

“There you are, my little slave.” Ashley’s stomach twisted at the sound of his voice, but she stood her ground. “It’s over, Adonis.” He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Oh, Ashley. It’s far from over.” And then, with a snap of his fingers, the gunfire erupted. --- The battle was swift and brutal. Adonis’s men swarmed the cabin, but Ashley, Demon, and their allies fought back with everything they had. The air was filled with the deafening sounds of gunfire and shouts, and the smell of smoke and blood filled Ashley’s lungs.

The man commands. And the hell breaks loose. THIRD PERSON POV Two armies charge at each other as the man’s voice resounds through the woods. Beast slashes through the wolves with her silver blades, then whoever’s behind her finishes the enemy off. Aiden and Asher work with Leo as her sidekicks, efficiently killing off the Undeads at the front. The sounds of gunshots can be heard throughout the whole area, alerting every living thing about the bloodbath taking place there.

My eyes twinkled. It felt nice that he knew my name and even called me. My hands fell to my sides, my face not flickered over Mira's reflection and permanently. My eyes rolled, words felt heavy. I coughed blood and muttered weakly before darkness engulfed me. “The master.”