From Blood And Ash And Flesh And Fire Reading Order Novels & Stories

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

The guard pees himself as cade and I merge, marching towards him with a furious growl, lifting our fist we punch straight through his chest, grabbing his heart and turning it to dust, his body screams, reacting even after the life had left his eyes. An explosion sounded from behind me, looking back I realise my fire had spread out of the room and it was now working it’s way through the hallway, the glass from the lab shatters, shards of glass exploding over the humans left alive, the fire engulfs the room as I turn and climb into the elevator, not feeling even a little guilty for leaving them behind to burn.

Crimson threads glowing like veins of ember, crawling up my arm, across my collarbone, licking at the edges of my vision. One soldier hissed, voice distorted behind the mask. “Blood heir confirmed.” And suddenly, every weapon turned toward me. “No!” Damian’s roar cracked the air. He lunged, cutting a soldier down with one savage strike, but there were too many, too close, their weapons already raised.... Something inside me broke. The fire in my veins snapped loose, exploding outward in a blast I didn’t understand, couldn’t control. The air warped, heat slamming into the chamber like the shockwave of a star going nova.

I said, frustration evident in my voice. The ground beneath me began to shift. The flames moved higher as though being controlled by something unseen. The smoke rose unnaturally straight into the sky, then coiled back downwards. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. An unseen pressure slammed into my chest. My head pounded, and the pain in my skull intensified. I screamed as I fell to the ground, clutching my chest. I placed my hand on the grass, trying hard to keep my eyes open, but it was bleeding. I touched my face as blood gushed out. I gasped for air—but I felt life leaving my body.

His eyes were lit with amusement as he catalogued each injury that he saw, enjoying my suffering. Game on, asshat. ----- This is a continuation of the original Fated series, so I do suggest reading those as well for the full context. This book is the first of the next generation books. The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are:

The page is yellowed and cracked at the edges, but the writing is clear — etched with the care of someone who knew it would matter. I read aloud: Three bloodlines born of war — one of beast, one of blade, one of both. From the ash of the first war shall rise six marked by fate. Three shall carry the blood of the wolves. Three shall carry the blood of the hunters. Bound by fire and torn by legacy, They will stand at the brink of annihilation. One must choose vengeance. One must choose unity. One will rise to destroy. One will rise to redeem. The rest... shall fall.

For me. The magic inside me shattered through the restraints like wildfire. The air ignited with violet light, my eyes burning red, my voice unrecognizable. I stood. And I ran. The chamber doors flung open as I burst through, stumbling down stone corridors that pulsed with old spells and blood-soaked secrets. I followed the sounds. The growls. The clash of claws and power. And then I saw them. Ash was on his knees, clutching his side, blood pouring from his ribs.

However, the fear still made my blood run cold. Soon, a red dot appeared on my body. I ran for my life, but no matter where I went, the red dot followed me, locked onto me like I was prey. Eventually, I couldn’t run anymore, so I stopped, gasping for breath. Just then, someone covered my mouth from behind. A sharp, suffocating smell filled my nose before everything went black. When I woke up again, I was lying on a dining table. My body was arranged with slices of ceviche, like some kind of grotesque work of art. From my fingers to my toes, they were all carefully plated.

Blood poured from Elias's chest as the silver poison began to sap his life force. Just then, the sound of hooves and shouts filled the air. The clan's reinforcements had arrived. "Surround them!" Elias ordered, gritting his teeth. "Don't let a single one escape!" Guards swarmed the area, trapping Jax and Lilith. "Damn it!" Jax cursed, grabbing a silver sword to fight them off. But he was outnumbered. A silver arrow found its mark, piercing his heart.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.