From Blood And Ash Book 2 Novels & Stories

No one. By the time she reached the top of the aisle, her claws were extended, and she saw nothing but red. Her nails dug into the Hunter dragging Faith first. One second he was walking towards the door, and the next, his head rolled across the floor. And then there was nothing else in her mind except the hunger for their blood. Their screams. It filled her so completely that even saving Faith fell to the back of her mind.

I don't know how long we searched and just when we were about to give up, I saw a red book which lay about the stacks of books and just like others this book was also Dusty. The only difference is that it is red in Color which is different from the colour of the book around it. I went over and picked it up and it read, "How to eliminate a forbidden soul" "Ashley I think I found something similar" I gestured to her to come over. After she came over I opened the book to see what is inside. ~~"Just like I saw! There will be blood shed and someone who is not of this world will bring chaos. And this is why I made all necessary preparation for when what will happen will happen.

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

Wolves fall around him, but he never stops moving, never retreats. He’s glowing. Too bright. I scream his name just as it happens. The hybrid doesn’t face Ashton head-on. He waits. Lets him commit. Then drives a blade of condensed blood-magic straight through his chest. The sound Ashton makes isn’t a roar. It’s a breath. One sharp, surprised exhale as the light leaves him. He crashes to the ground, massive body shuddering once—twice—and then he’s still. “No—” My voice breaks as something inside me fractures violently.

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

Chapter 25 – Ashes in the Snow The courtyard reeked of iron and smoke. Blood blackened the snow in great swathes, trampled into mud beneath the chaos of bodies. The clash of steel had ended, but the silence that followed was worse—raw, ragged, carrying the weight of every cry that would never rise again.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

One of the attackers face twisted in front of the incoming werewolf, showing its ghoulish self, yet the wolf crushed it casually with one of his front paws, the bones crackling audibly under the weight. The mist around me spread further, moving around my men, and then caught something invisible. I felt it as if the mist was part of me. I turned around and saw the mass move through the mist leaving a circle of nothing. I was about to swing my sword, but decided against it. I felt like I had a new muscle that I could flex, and flexing it I did. A man appeared where there had been nothing a second ago. The mist sank into his mouth and he contorted before he fell on the ground, his skin turning

"How about I tell you how much I broke him to be my little bitch." "No..." I gasp, covering my ears. "No! Shut up! Shut up!" "Marry me, or else I will fill your hope of love with blood." Devin's chin over my head. Unsure what he meant, but as I turned around, I screamed as if I had discovered something horrible. And I did. I see not the church's interior but a stack of dead bodies covered in blood. "No! No!" Devin's malicious laugh echoes around me. I panicked and was stunned; I could feel my head whirling. I count back at Devin with fear, in which he seems amused. The blade in his hand at Liam's neck sliced the skin and threw him down.

Your enthusiasm and encouragement have inspired me every step of the way, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Now, I have a little secret to share with you about Book Two. Brace yourselves, for there will be even more plot twists and turns, secrets unraveling, and unexpected alliances forming. And, oh yes, a little spoiler for you - Ashley, our fearless heroine, will find herself facing a daunting punishment, but amidst it all, she will discover the unimaginable - she will fall pregnant. The tangled web of love, loyalty, and danger will grow even more complex, leaving you on the edge of your seat.