From Blood And Ash 4 Novels & Stories

his fingers shiver while he says that and I notice that the blood is flowing through his hand and slowly it is dripping of the ground. Seeing the blood makes me feel nauseatic. What did he do? What the hell did he do? Did he do something? Did he just kill someone or hit someone? Wait! Didn’t Asher go out from that way? Why is he coming from the same way? Did he just hit Asher? My heart starts to beat loudly. My mind becomes so suspicious when I see the blood in his hand. Some moment before, it felt like he could kill him. “Why…did…you?” I try to say but then I see Asher coming some metres away from the door and I realize that he hasn’t hurt him. Then, what is that blood for?

The kind of place men like him went when they wanted to feel invisible. I walked in at two-forty-five and spotted him in the corner booth. His gray hair was thinning, he wore a cheap suit wrinkled. The bottle of scotch in front of him was half gone. He looked up when I slid into the seat across from him. His eyes widened then narrowed. “You.” “Zane Callahan.” I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “I’m here to settle the debt you owe Ethan. I’m willing to pay the four million so that Lila can have her life back.”

"I just got home and saw blood on the living room floor. Are you okay?" Ivy froze. Damon’s blood must have dripped on the way in. "I should say hello to your friend," Damon teased, trying to get up. Acting on impulse, Ivy pushed him back down, pinning him with a glare. "Don’t you dare." "Ivy?" Hazel knocked again. "I’m fine! Just a small cut on my finger. Nothing serious!" Hazel wasn’t convinced. "There’s too much blood. Let me come in and check." Panic rushed through Ivy. She couldn’t let Hazel see Damon.

Pain flared, blood beading instantly, but Bianca did not falter. Steel clashed. Sparks flew. Shadows danced across walls, twisting into grotesque reflections of the two queens. And then, as the chamber shook violently a timed explosion of fire and steel Bianca vanished into the smoke, leaving Ash alone amidst the flames, her copper eyes blazing with fury and anticipation. Outside, the city could see the glow. Across the horizon, every screen broadcasting Ash’s empire lit with fire, every heart beating faster with the spectacle. Somewhere in the night, Matteo’s voice whispered through a comm:

The sunlight caught in the crimson liquid, and for a moment, I saw it as blood swirling in crystal. This was not just about a photo. It was about pressure. About creating cracks in their perfect façade until the whole structure came crashing down. I took a slow sip and stared out at the skyline. Somewhere across the city, Delilah was burning with humiliation, Jackson was calculating excuses, and Rosaline was scrambling to protect herself. Exactly as I wanted. They thought they had buried me. They thought they had erased me. I smiled into my glass. Let’s see how you survive the storm I have set loose.

Is it a dream or I have gone crazy trapped in the four walls. I watched helplessly as the baby fully sneaked out through my bump, masked in blood and eyes blazing crimson red. A loud startled yell of Nikona from the distance rings through the hall before I succumbed to darkness.

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them. ―Suzanne G. Rogers,?Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden Randolph Belishaw stumbled down the alleyway, falling against a trash bin. His cold body shook. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Blood trailed down his cheeks as he clawed the sides of the metal dumpster and tried to stand. Must get to Jodie. Must warn Mikhail.

Not out of love, never out of love but out of control. ​I opened the first master directory. ​Medical Records: Presbyterian Hospital, New York. ​I hit the command line execute key. ​Executing script: GHOST PROTOCOL V4. ​The red progress bar crept forward. 12%. 34%. 68%. ​On the screen, her blood type, her emergency contacts, the sickening record of her forced bone marrow extraction for Lucian's precious childhood sweetheart, it all began to dissolve into corrupted gibberish. I watched the text turn into hexadecimal garbage before disappearing completely into an overwritten void.

Chapter 78: Ashes and Ascension Dawn painted the sky in muted shades of gold and gray, casting a solemn glow over the ruined docks. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the sea. The battle was over, but the weight of it lingered. Bodies lay motionless across the cracked concrete, a stark reminder of the price we had paid.

CHAPTER 45 — BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, ASH OF MY ASH (Full-Length | 2,000+ words | High-tension, emotional, brutal, explosive) The ringing in Riven’s ears was a solid, disorienting wall of noise. It swallowed everything—the fire, the collapsing steel, and the echo of the explosion still rippling out into the night. Smoke burnt his lungs as he pushed himself up on shaking arms, coughing hard enough to taste blood.