From Blood And Ash 4 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You can't die! I do not allow you to die!" He withdrew the sword, and the wide stream of his blood fell from his chest. Every drop that met the stone turned black as if it were burning out Drystan's blood. The one I loved was bleeding out. His face darkened and became more and more lifeless, and all I could do was watch it happen. Ash's blood slowly filled the fountain, covering every piece of it in black. Then he collapsed to his knees, shivering as his blood didn't stop flowing. "Heal! You need to heal!" I scream. "Why aren't you healing?!"

His weight had gone slack and heavy across my back, dead weight in the worst possible sense of the phrase, and somewhere above us Renata was still screaming, no words now, just sound, raw and animal, nothing like the composed woman who’d stood in the doorway ten minutes ago holding a phone like a weapon of her own. Light flooded the room, suddenly and blinding, someone had found the switch, and in it I saw the wreckage properly for the first time. The shattered window. Glass glittering across the floorboards like scattered ice. Marco Reyes gone, the door he’d come through and the one that had exploded inward both standing open onto empty hallway, and a man I didn’t recognize crumpled just in

"It's not her, it's Bismarck who is sitting on her lips... He wants to destroy my bloodline, now I'll destroy his..." Emerald didn't know things were going to turn drastically against her.

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”

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

Good-bye" They turned to leave when I jumped on my feet and held them by the leg. I pulled and begged. I opened my mouth when I felt a sharp pain in my side. "Something is happening to me" I felt a hot flow of liquid gush out of me. It ran down my center and was now touching in between my thighs. I froze and then bent to check. "Blood!" The witches cried out. I started shouting, "Blood! I'm going to die!! Please help me" They stood still, staring at each other, "We are sorry" ******* Asher's POV:

I had no answer. She let me go. Her gaze shifted to the urn in my arms. "You won't take this when it's offered? Then I am taking it from you. "You will not see your father's ashes again." She reached. The blood in my arms went cold. The control I had been holding cracked. "Please… please don't. It wasn't me. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just don't." I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours.

Weird. As far as Ash could remember, there were no shades of white on the night of their fight. Everything was covered with darkness, deep crimson coming from the large amount of blood that had been spilled on the ship, and the deep orange hue that symbolized the true terror of the Black Wolf plan. It was— Ash eyes widened as if the fog had been lifted and suddenly, all he could see was the scene that made his blood run cold, and the terror and fear shook him through his core.

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.

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