From Blood And Ash 4 Novels & Stories

Screams cut through the cold. Asher grabbed my arm. “We have to move.” But the hum was in my head now, pulling me east. Toward the breach. Toward the ones who’d thrown the fourth. --- Face to face The first one through wasn’t human. Not anymore. Its skin was the color of ash, its eyes black from edge to edge. And in its hand — a feather. Not one of mine. It saw the bone in my grip and smiled. “Four to open.” I tightened my hold. “Over my dead body.” Its grin widened. “That can be arranged.”

I hadn’t washed it yet. However, when I examined the collar, my fingers paused. The button was loose. The thread looked new, like it had been forcibly pulled. I crouched down and opened the shoe cabinet. My pair of hospital slippers sat neatly inside. The soles were clean. I remembered clearly that the last time I wore them, there had been a faint yellowish stain from disinfectant. Now, the soles were gray-white, as if someone had deliberately scrubbed them clean. My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change.

I watched the life drain from his eyes, and with a final, satisfying crack, I snapped his neck. "Shadow Guard!" I roared into the forest. "Tear them apart!" The inhibitor had weakened us, but it hadn't erased our strength entirely. Rage and vengeance burned like a wildfire, fueling our return to the fight. My warriors surged forward like beasts unleashed. Gunshots rang out, but no one cared. We were wolves. We were predators. And tonight, the forest would run red with their blood. I snatched a silver dagger from the ground and lunged at the nearest mercenary.

Shadows curl at his feet like snakes. To my right… Asher. Wearing the silver and storm-grey of his house, his eyes burning, wild. His hands are covered in blood. Not his own. His face is torn between pain and fury. And I… I stand in between them. I don’t know how I got here, but I know I don’t belong. My fingers shake at my sides. I try to speak, but no sound comes out. Only a choking silence. Aaron steps forward. “So it’s you,” he says, voice like a hiss of wind through steel.

I asked Kade, spinning the hot rod in my hand, ready to carve into his flesh and continue from where Vi had stopped before the engagement ceremony. “I…I swear by the goddess there’s no other way,” he sobbed like his tears would move me. The metal door creaked open and Asher crawled in covered in sweat as his body trembled. Ysara stood behind him, arm folded just watching. “Brother, I need you!” He whizzed as he tried to catch his breath. I could smell the Ashpine in his blood as it ruptured his blood vessels one after the other. A scoff left my lips.

“And you are?” “You answer me first.” Asher demanded. “I cannot remember summoning you here, so why are you? Rest assured, I have not forgotten the hit you gave me, I shall come back to that later.” “Excuse you, you were sucking her blood!” “And you saw what it did.” He raised his now fleshed hand. “However, you stopped me. I have not fully recovered.” “Which means you still want her blood?” “Aye.” “Ha,” Asher scoffed. “Like hell I will let that happen. Listen, if you leave these woods, you would come upon human settlement, you can have as much blood as you want there.”

The four warrior's were Simon, David, Daniel and Hagad. Princess Ashah at the time was in her room, while Ingrid was in her office with Prince Uzriel. Princess Ashah opened her room when suddenly she saw four of her warrior's covered in blood. And their eyes yellow. She locked her room. Fortunately she had a collection of sword she had place neatly in her closet she took one sword then opened her bedroom door. The vampire's were still too weak to run,but they walked towards her direction. She beheaded all of them with that one sword then screamed after.

I’d fight this battle some other time. “What’s going on” Asher’s voice breaks. My eyes divert from the fool standing in front of me to my mate. “Asher..” I brush out softly. I walk way from Luna Matilda and move to Asher. I die on my steps as I see some stains of blood on his white shirt. “What’s wrong, what happened?” I point my hand slowly on the blood stains on his shirt. He looks at me sternly. “It’s nothing” he says but just before he can finish his statement? I see something on his hand. It is familiar.

“We survived.” “For now,” I whisper, staring at Matteo’s corpse. “But they’re not done. This was only the first wave.” He pulls me closer. “Then let them come. We’ll burn every last one.” Our eyes meet—darkness against fire—and for a moment, I forget the war, the betrayal, the ghosts. Because even in ruin, we are still us. Bound by blood. Fueled by love twisted into obsession. And tonight, the ashes belong to us.

Kael steps in front of me by instinct. I move beside him. Not behind. The crack widens by a finger. Draven laughs softly from the dark beyond. “You still think choice is stronger than blood.” My hand stays over Ashen. My scar stays quiet. For the first time, I am glad it does. “No,” I say. “I think blood has been listening to the wrong men.” The door shudders. White marks flare across the stone, one after another, handprint to paw mark to spiral.