From Blood And Ash 3 Novels & Stories

“How do you feel about drawing some blood?” I was positive I’d been devoured by the darkness and forced into an alternate universe because Tristan’s slender lips peeled upwards in a devastatingly eager smile. “Are you kidding? I love blood.” Five minutes later and the floors of Rowena’s cell were stained red. Staring down at the growing puddle, I silently wondered if it would seep into the concrete if we’d return to this very room a decade later to find the evidence of what we once did. I’d always known Asher as one of those rare individuals who excelled at everything he did, and this only reaffirmed that belief. The way he moved, gliding the blade through the flesh and muscle, was nothing s

POV: Asher I’m sprinting to the Big House’s storage room, Glock in hand, Ember’s footsteps fading as she races to the safehouse to check on Rowan and Caelen. The guard’s words—*“Blood opens the way”*—burn in my mind, a taunt from the Order. The east wing’s a mess, door splintered, but as I step inside, my flashlight sweeps over crates and files, all untouched. Nothing’s missing, just like Tom said. My Skinwalker senses flare, a prickle at the back of my neck, but there’s no one here. Just that damn burner phone on the floor, screen glowing with the message.

“And you are?” “You answer me first.” Asher demanded. “I cannot remember summoning you here, so why are you? Rest assured, I have not forgotten the hit you gave me, I shall come back to that later.” “Excuse you, you were sucking her blood!” “And you saw what it did.” He raised his now fleshed hand. “However, you stopped me. I have not fully recovered.” “Which means you still want her blood?” “Aye.” “Ha,” Asher scoffed. “Like hell I will let that happen. Listen, if you leave these woods, you would come upon human settlement, you can have as much blood as you want there.”

“But that doesn’t make the pull to Ash disappear.” He swallowed hard. “Then let’s find him.” We found him at the edge of the old ruins. Not alive. Not dead. Suspended. Ash lay crumpled at the base of a shattered pillar, silver light flickering weakly around his body like dying embers. His chest rose shallowly. His lips were blue. His hair was streaked with frost. Moon frost. My blood ran cold. “Tyla,” I said sharply, “don’t—” She was already moving.

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

"I'll wake up better... Just let me sleep. I think, and I'm one step away from letting go completely, and then I feel a strong taste invade my mouth, my gaze focuses again, and I realize that I'm taking blood, I want to fight it, it's not right! But at the same time, this blood tastes different, it's a mixture of orange, apple and something woody, and it smells perfect. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

On screen, I looked straight into the camera and said, “There’s just enough battery power left on my phone.” What they didn’t know was that I’d gotten that power by pretending to please those people, but it didn’t matter. They were going to die anyway. The camera eventually shifted to the ship’s cabin, where several disgusting clients were all over me, their hands roaming freely. Then, when they least expected it, I struck. With a sharpened piece of bamboo, I drove it straight into their throats. Blood poured out instantly as they collapsed. As I had always seemed weak, they never guarded against me. Soon, the second one fell, and then the third. One after another, they dropped dead.

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

"I just got home and saw blood on the living room floor. Are you okay?" Ivy froze. Damon’s blood must have dripped on the way in. "I should say hello to your friend," Damon teased, trying to get up. Acting on impulse, Ivy pushed him back down, pinning him with a glare. "Don’t you dare." "Ivy?" Hazel knocked again. "I’m fine! Just a small cut on my finger. Nothing serious!" Hazel wasn’t convinced. "There’s too much blood. Let me come in and check." Panic rushed through Ivy. She couldn’t let Hazel see Damon.

“Get your hands off her, Ashford.” “She’s bleeding,” Luca said, still unhurried, still holding her hand like a relic. “But thank you for the theatrics.” He lifted his thumb again—her blood smeared across the pad. “I was just helping.” “If you touch her again,” Noah hissed, “I will stop pretending to be civilized.” Luca shrugged. “You weren’t convincing anyone.” Althea couldn’t breathe, not with Luca’s heat on one side. Not with Noah’s grip anchoring her on the other. Not with the entire room watching her unravel.