Novel & Cerita From Blood And Ash 3

Content Warning; Chapter contains graphic scenes of violence. * ASHER’S POV Kill. Kill. Kill. No matter how many I killed it just wasn’t enough. I was covered in the blood of the three rogues who’d attacked her. And yet it wasn’t enough, it never was. When the lust for blood was awakened, it just couldn’t be quenched.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

“The Blood Pact can’t be undone. You cannot escape your fate.” Darian, who had been silent until now, stepped closer to Asha. His face was tight with determination. “It’s trying to control you, Asha. Don’t let it.” Asha’s eyes locked on the creature. "I know," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She could feel the shift in the air, the oppressive magic that clung to the walls. The creature wasn’t just a physical threat—it was tied to her lineage, to the Soulbone that now coursed through her veins.

Toward. Toward Ash. Toward Cove. Toward the kid about to explode. “Mother!” Wrath shouts. “Don’t!” I hit the vines. They don’t grab me. They part. First Blood knows First Blood. Ash is on her knees. Burning. Cove is on his. Smoking. Vines connecting them. Feeding. Killing both. I drop between them. Bone knife’s in my hand. Again. Always. “Stop,” I tell them. To Cove. To Ash. To the Tree. “Both of you. Stop.”

I keep my sobs quiet as I sneak out of the room. It’s still dark outside. I tiptoe throughout the house until I get to the backyard. Then I let Ash take over and stretch her legs. We run through the forest, but it’s not the same thrill it used to be. Ash lets out a mournful howl. The ache never relents. She runs along the border, only stopping when she catches the scent of Aurora Flame. A dark figure stands near the border. Ash takes a fighting stance, but the figure holds his hands up in defeat. She growls as he moves closer to us. The figure steps into the moonlight, sending relief over Ash and me.

Scars. Hundreds of them. Ritual scars. Burn marks. Claw wounds that never healed right. Someone carved power into him and then left him to rot in it. Maereth coughs, blood spilling down her chin, but her eyes are still sharp when they find mine. “Listen to me,” she gasps. “It’s him. Ash-blood. He’s been feeding on anchors—” “Still talking,” the hybrid murmurs, tilting his head. Amusement flickers across his ruined face. “That’s why they feared you.”

Detective Ashton was one of the few people who knew Alex's half-blood identity. Ashton raised his eyebrows casually, "You're more cautious than I thought. But don't worry, I mean you no harm. I assumed you came because of the strange things that have been happening in this town lately!" Alex looked at the cigarette smoke coming from Ashton's mouth, "We can talk about this in a more comfortable room." They both sat in a lounge downstairs in the hotel. Ashton tells him that there have been murders in this town and he suspects supernatural forces are involved. This was evident from the identical bite marks on each victim's neck.

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

When the cup was empty, Ash held another cup to my lips, after the third cup I felt full but not satisfied. After a moment my surroundings came alive. I could hear Ash’s fast heartbeat and ragged breathing clearer. I turned to face him. His eyes were shut. “What was that?” My voice sounded labored. “Blood.” His voice reflected mine. I pulled out of his hold and stepped away from him. I shifted my gaze between the empty cups and Ash’s face, shocked. “What did you say?” “You said you couldn’t chew so I had him bring you blood. Don’t worry, it’s not human.” He opened his eyes and looked at me. There was discrete silver in them. “Your color is back and you look better.”

Chapter 37: Ghost. Ashley. Agony, Pain I tried to reconcile the happenings in the past few hours. The only thing I knew was having a quarrel with Boris and then trying to shield my daughter from harm, but the scenario was so tempting that I couldn’t even think straight. I flinched at the sight of blood all over the place and the garment which was soaked to the core.