From Blood And Ash 4 Novels & Stories

My voice trailed off as I remembered Asher, one of my strongest warriors who had gone out for a search. “Where is Asher?” I asked curiously. “Alpha!” I had barely finished my statement when Asher came running to me. “I found something,” he said breathlessly. My eyes shone in anticipation. “Asher, what are you talking about? What did you find?” He swallowed, trying to steady his breathing. “Blood.” Everything inside me went still. “Fresh?” I asked, my voice dangerously calm. “Yes, Alpha. Not much, but it leads toward the lower ravine.”

she asked. “How did you think I first found you?” Cassian asked. Julianne remembered and she said, “You came to meet me in the restroom. I took you to be a pervert.” “Wow,” Cassian placed a hand on his chest. “So that was your first impression about me.” “Why else would you be there?” “It was your blood that brought me to you in the first place, Ash. Your blood was calling out to me.” Julianne thought about it more reasonably for the first time. “How could my blood…” she paused and took a few rides down memory lane. That day, she remembered bleeding through a cut and then running into Cassian who seem more interested in something other than her.

Chapter 37: Ghost. Ashley. Agony, Pain I tried to reconcile the happenings in the past few hours. The only thing I knew was having a quarrel with Boris and then trying to shield my daughter from harm, but the scenario was so tempting that I couldn’t even think straight. I flinched at the sight of blood all over the place and the garment which was soaked to the core.

"My goodness! We actually have a thief in our office. No wonder my biscuits and snacks kept going missing from my table!" Vernon stood next to Peggy. After ordering security to block off all exits, they began searching everyone. Once it was my turn, I set the box down so I could cooperate with the search. Clearly, Vernon was momentarily startled upon noticing the asteroid figurine at the very top of the box. However, he still asked security to dump all the contents of the box onto the floor. Everything fell to the floor with a loud crash. The figurine was completely smashed to bits. It was like my relationship of six years with Vernon. Once there were cracks, things between us could never be

His eyes fell on the blood on Layla's fingers and he paused, a deadly scowl taking over his face. He clearly didn't like the sight of her blood. Layla knew instantly that she could defeat him with her blood. She raised her hand and waved it towards Asher, splashing her blood on him. Drops of her blood landed on his face and he let out a painful scream. The side of his face where her blood landed was burned badly and Layla could see the blistered skin.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

His eyes have turned blood shot, his face now fading into a deep redish-purple, the evil smile on my face the last thing he sees before he closes his pothetic eyes. Alex is leaning against my desk, the look of boardom on his face" man should of kept his mouth shut" he shrugs. Standing and walking away from the solider staining my rug. I hand him two peices of paper "Send word to gentral warren, tell him too burn it" "NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE"! The power radiating off me has him bowing his in submition."Yes alpha" he says turning to deliver the message. "and alex... bring me a file of everyone on that list" he stops stort the look of confusion on his face as he looks the list over."Servant file

When the cup was empty, Ash held another cup to my lips, after the third cup I felt full but not satisfied. After a moment my surroundings came alive. I could hear Ash’s fast heartbeat and ragged breathing clearer. I turned to face him. His eyes were shut. “What was that?” My voice sounded labored. “Blood.” His voice reflected mine. I pulled out of his hold and stepped away from him. I shifted my gaze between the empty cups and Ash’s face, shocked. “What did you say?” “You said you couldn’t chew so I had him bring you blood. Don’t worry, it’s not human.” He opened his eyes and looked at me. There was discrete silver in them. “Your color is back and you look better.”

And he moved. But the man moved faster. He raised his hand. Black mist swirled around his fingers. The same mist that had choked the borders last winter. The same mist that had killed the messenger. “Blood calls to blood,” he whispered. And the mist shot forward. Not at Asher. At Luna. At her stomach. Asher roared. A sound of pure agony and rage that shook the mountains. He lunged forward, putting his body between the mist and Luna. But Luna was faster.

Henry placed the card on the table, the number matching the card beneath. This was it, it was game over for them. Asher spat out blood, feeling a twisting pain in his gut.