From Blood And Ash 4 Novels & Stories

My chest burned. Milo. My baby. My joy. My shadow. Gone. I closed my eyes. And wished the sea had taken me, too. But it didn’t. And that meant something. It meant I was still here. Which meant Ethan and Sienna hadn’t finished the job. Which meant I still had something they didn’t expect me to have. Time. And vengeance. Because ashes don’t bleed. But they remember how to burn.

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.

Cold, black blood sprayed out, but I was already finished firing my gun which is in my left hand, to another monster before the first corpse fell. The field was thick with beasts, the air alive and hellish with their screams. A shadow darted behind me. I turned just in time to parry the slash of a cleaver. I barely registered my opponent-male, shirtless, whiter than snow and drenched in blood-before counterattacking. I nocked my gun on his head then pull the trigger. The monster fell to the ground with a wet smack. "In coming!" I yelled, but even though I screamed at the top of my lungs, I knew the others hadn't heard.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped Rosa on the face. Since I had to do a lot of work by myself in the mountains, I had gotten a lot stronger. So, her face was swollen in no time. When she saw Yoel from the corner of her eyes, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground. Her white dress was tainted by the mud immediately. Yoel had just returned from collecting water from the river. When he saw what happened, he anxiously threw the bucket to the side.

For me. The magic inside me shattered through the restraints like wildfire. The air ignited with violet light, my eyes burning red, my voice unrecognizable. I stood. And I ran. The chamber doors flung open as I burst through, stumbling down stone corridors that pulsed with old spells and blood-soaked secrets. I followed the sounds. The growls. The clash of claws and power. And then I saw them. Ash was on his knees, clutching his side, blood pouring from his ribs.

Asha let out a weak, “please.” Young’s eyes snapped back to her body with Blood’s bloodlust coating his eyes in a very particular type of glazed over look. It hadn’t exactly been that swirl they held before, more of a film. It was a lot less scary to Asha this time and did far more to heighten her libido. “That’s right, beg.” The coarseness of Blood’s voice oozed from Young’s lips. It was proving more and more difficult for Young to be able to hold him back but he refused to stop now. It’d taken too long and too much sacrifice for him to.

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

Though I wake up at the ass crack of dawn, I feel strangely well rested. As the morning sun begins to rise, golden rays spill across my room. I'd much rather roll over and go back to sleep, but now that I'm awake my brain won't shut off. Why was Callan so gentle last night? Why was Luca angry? How did I manage to aquire four freaking friends? Why am I not dead yet? If I'm such a burden being the traitors daughter, why hasn't anyone just... killed me?

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.