From Blood And Ash 3 Novels & Stories

Third Person's Pov Ash had searched all those caves all over the forest, but he hadn't found them yet. His eyes darkened and those wild rogues who would come to make trouble him, would end up bathing in their own blood. When the others saw that he couldn't be provoked, they stepped back and didn't bother him for fear that they would end up becoming a minced meat like their companion who provoked Ash, whose whole body was already emitting negative energy and filled with a murderous aura that one couldn't help but shiver under his gaze.

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

Even in the dim light, I can see the torn fabric across his abdomen, soaked dark with blood. My heart drops. “Multiple wounds...” Charles says tightly. Only then do I notice the sticky warmth on my hands. I slowly look down. Blood. David’s blood. My fingers are coated in it. His trembling hand suddenly catches my sleeve. I lean closer. “Shaw...” he breathes. “Look into Shaw.” “What about Shaw?” I ask sharply. But David’s grip slips from my sleeve, and his eyes fall shut.

Declan- Present I control my breathing and take cover behind a wall as I hone in on my target’s location. Holding my gun up near my ear, I listen intently for his footsteps to come closer. Suddenly, a figure darts into the open warehouse door. His footsteps echo in the silence of the empty, abandoned warehouse. I can hear the crackle of his shoes as he tries to stealthily make his way across the floor. Slivers of light slip through some of the broken windows managing to penetrate the darkness of the empty room. I watch intently as the shadow moves closer to my hiding place and let him take a few more steps before I take him. Collins is holding a gun in his hand as he runs his gaze around the

“They did but they never realised you have a natural link with aspen and Baylee, you don’t need to blood share for that, it’s how I’m talking to you, it’s through aspen” He goes quiet so I try again “We are going to attack the warehouse but they have the place locked down with supernatural borders, salt circles, sonic pulses, mountain ash, we can’t get through that but you can! You can carry Baylee through it and meet us on the outside but you are going to have to kill those inside first” “See your not real! I can’t get through any of that either” I groan, the boy was as stubborn as a mule

Joshua said again, as Jamie carefully stood by the bookcase, waiting to move in once Joshua signaled that it was safe. Asher smelled the vampire before he could even see her, and yet, nothing, not even that was enough to have him take his vision from the trembling target which was Miranda. She gulped and hiccupped while looking into his globes, and this image seared itself into the Alpha's brain, and in the process bruising his heart. The Alpha growled at the sensation, and this made Miranda's vision dot with black exploding stars, for she was close to losing consciousness out of fear.

Asher’s POV “This is a crazy deal.” I said. “You really thought we would just hand him back to you?” Gustavo’s voice carried a mocking ease, like he was savoring the moment, his lips curling into a grin that set every nerve in me on fire “I thought,” I said slowly, my gaze flicking from him to Anna, “that blood would mean something even to you” Anna tilted her head, “Blood is what ruined us, Asher, don’t try to wield it like it’s sacred, you forfeited any claim to it when you tried to erase me in that forest”

he shouts, grabbing my arm and pulling me from the room. We race through the pack house, the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood echoing behind us. As we burst into the cool night air, I chance a glance back. My blood runs cold at the sight of Asher stepping out onto the porch, his body wreathed in writhing shadows, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "This isn't over," he calls out, his voice a chorus of countless others. "The game has only just begun." With that ominous declaration, he vanishes in a swirl of darkness, leaving behind only the acrid scent of ozone and despair.

Thicker Than Blood Azaria’s POV A stiff castle built upon the bones of this earth in shadow and on stone. The magic that was woven into it could be sensed even at the distance. Old. Cursed. It clawed at my senses, thick as oil, trying to blind me before I even reached the gates. Ashley was still recovering in a warded glade below the cliffs, under protection. I’d left her behind with a promise: I’ll bring them back. All of them. Or I won’t come back at all.

He then went ahead and rolled him over so that he could see his face, and the driver gasped after he realized who he was. "Is this not Alpha Cameron's son-in-law?" He thought the alcohol in his system draining away in the same instant. After he finally came back to his senses, he flew from that place and didn't even dare to look back. Ash was left laying there all alone, and because he was in a place where no one could easily see him, everyone kept passing, letting him fight for his life since he had already lost so much blood. From where Ash had met with an accident, there was a forest just nearby that was always haunted by wolves. A black Lycan two times bigger than a normal wolf with glow