From Blood And Ash 4 Novels & Stories

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.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

His men, either dead or begging for mercy, were bound and left as offerings to the shadows. The victory, though costly, was mine. But as I surveyed the ruins of my warehouse, the metallic tang of blood replaced by the bittersweet scent of victory, a cold truth chilled me. This was just the beginning. The bees were a mere pawn, a sacrifice in a larger game. The true enemy, the king of this venomous hive, still awaited my reckoning. As my men secured the warehouse, I stood amidst the carnage, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and spent gunpowder. My gaze, cold and calculating, swept over the scene, a silent promise to those who dared to defy me.

Blood dripped steadily onto the stone floor, mixing with the dirt and grime. But beneath the blood, I saw something that made my heart skip. The silver light of my bloodline, barely visible, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I smiled grimly in the darkness. Gabriel thought he had won. Thought he had broken me. He was about to learn just how wrong he was. Outside, an explosion rocked the ground, showering dust from the ceiling. Shouts erupted, followed by the unmistakable sound of battle. Asher was here. The door to my cell burst open, and a soldier I did not recognize stumbled inside, his armor scorched and smoking.

The shards slide into the silver scar on my forehead like they were always meant to come home. Warm. Heavy. Final. Crown HUD: 41 / 47 → 43 / 47 Strigoi King’s Legacy accepted. New passive: BLOOD OF THE IMPALER (Once per year, you may refuse death for someone you love.) The Forty-Eighth just lost two pieces she thought were forever buried. The blood in the sarcophagus begins to evaporate, turning into red mist that swirls around us, then dissolves into the night. A whisper (ancient, proud, exhausted):

🎀CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR🎀 Nil stepped forward, boots biting into the blood-soaked snow. He looked down at Asher with an unreadable expression. “We’re done,” Nil said. “This ends here.” Asher coughed out a laugh, thick with blood. His golden eyes burned as they lifted. “You think you get to decide that?” he rasped. “After what you took from me?” Nil didn’t flinch. “You took her first,” he replied coldly. “You called her a payment. You treated her like coin.”

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

“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.

My eyes twinkled. It felt nice that he knew my name and even called me. My hands fell to my sides, my face not flickered over Mira's reflection and permanently. My eyes rolled, words felt heavy. I coughed blood and muttered weakly before darkness engulfed me. “The master.”

The little star seemed even more addictive than the last time they did it. Unfortunately, the little star could no longer go on. Even though Ace felt like he could still go a few more rounds, especially after he unexpectedly slept for a few hours after getting to the hotel room in the afternoon, he could hear the little star's plea and knew the little star could no longer take him. He reluctantly pulled out after releasing into the little star for the fourth time in a night. He kissed the little star's red eyes and patted his waist softly. "I will clean you up," Ace whispered into Brewster's ear.