Novel & Cerita From Blood And Ash 4

“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

It was a message. Asher looked at me with the look of bewilderment, he walked towards the dead body and cut the veins. She dropped with a thud and my worst fear come true. Her back was severely bruised and clothes were torn and soaked with blood. UNTIL BLOOD MOON, was written behind her back in bold red letters.

The battlefield loomed closer, and when I finally broke through the edge of the trees, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks. Chaos. The snow was no longer white but stained crimson, streaked with the blood of wolves, vampires, and rogues. Bodies littered the ground, their lifeless forms frozen in grotesque contortions. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp stench of death. Silver snarled, her ears flattening as we scanned the battlefield. My heart pounded as I searched for Asher, but I spotted Juan’s army first. His forces were locked in a brutal struggle, their wolves clashing with Killian’s rogues.

You will die at my feet. Unraveling the scroll more a picture is attached. A picture of Ash Covered in blood and bruises chained to the floor. Wearing what little remains of her clothes from being beaten.

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.

At that moment, they felt as though they were standing in an endless abyss of blood, with the gaze of the Blood Bane King, ruler of the Blood Specters, piercing through them from the depths. Thud! A soldier hiding behind Ash was so overwhelmed with fear that his legs gave out, rendering him unable to stand. "Hmm? What's happening?" Ash suppressed his apprehension and observed the black shadow. He noticed that it was swiftly consuming the Blood Bane Energy. Countless strands of the energy were converging toward the center of the vortex, being drawn into the black shadow's gaping maw. Brandon, Ash, and the others also witnessed this phenomenon. However, they refrained from intervening, knowing

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.

had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds. "I... I can't feel them," Ash whispered, staring at his ruined hands. He looked up at her, and the grey in his eyes was replaced by a flickering, unstable gold. "Rhea... what is happening?" "The blood," Rhea sobbed, the golden light in her skin beginning to swirl violently. "The vision was right. You're the final ingredient. The fire... it’s not letting you near me because it wants you to bleed for it first." Outside the cathedral, the legion of a thousand shadow-beasts let out a collective, rhythmic thrum. It wasn't a growl. It was a cheer.

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.”

That’s the truth. I sighed and looked out the window. "Grandma, is my husband still alive out there? They've been talking a while." "Wife." My eyes snapped to the door. Asher stood there—his hand covered in blood. I jumped to my feet. Grandma did the same. "B-Blood! Whose blood is that, Asher?!" He looked down at his hand, almost confused. What happened out there? ****** LMCD22