From Blood And Ash Book 2 Novelas e Histórias

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

That’s the truth. I sighed and looked out the window. "Grandma, is my husband still alive out there? They've been talking a while." "Wife." My eyes snapped to the door. Asher stood there—his hand covered in blood. I jumped to my feet. Grandma did the same. "B-Blood! Whose blood is that, Asher?!" He looked down at his hand, almost confused. What happened out there? ****** LMCD22

Towering shelves surrounded us, filled with spellbooks, prophecy scrolls, bloodline registries, and pages that hadn’t seen light in years. Ashley and I split up, combing through the chaos. We didn’t talk much. Just worked. Quiet and focused, like we used to study for exams late at night, sharing flashcards and stolen snacks. Then she called out softly. “I think I found something.” She held out a leather-bound tome, branded with a silver moon crest. My fingers trembled as I took it. The title etched in ancient glyphs across the front: "The Moonblood Curse." --- We sat on the cold floor, flipping carefully through the pages.

POV: Asher I’m sprinting to the Big House’s storage room, Glock in hand, Ember’s footsteps fading as she races to the safehouse to check on Rowan and Caelen. The guard’s words—*“Blood opens the way”*—burn in my mind, a taunt from the Order. The east wing’s a mess, door splintered, but as I step inside, my flashlight sweeps over crates and files, all untouched. Nothing’s missing, just like Tom said. My Skinwalker senses flare, a prickle at the back of my neck, but there’s no one here. Just that damn burner phone on the floor, screen glowing with the message.

Whispered voices filled the air, faint and echoing, too strange to understand but enough to send chills down my spine. Ash lifted his hand. His nails darkened, lengthened, curved—like demonic blades born from darkness itself. “Don’t move,” he ordered quietly. His hand took mine. He didn’t rush it, like this moment had to be felt fully. His fingers were cold but steady as he opened my palm and gently pressed it down on the glowing symbol beneath us. With a quick, sharp motion, his demonic nail sliced my skin. The sting spread immediately, but somehow it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. My blood trickled out slow, warm and red, dripping onto the floor before Ash bent down.

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.”

Lisa POV I stand here looking at all the bloody, lifeless bodies, scattered across the clearing. The scent of blood fills my nose. It's all over now. Father has killed the Alpha King, ending a feud that has left a nasty scar on my family and scarring Lucious family in the process.

Toward. Toward Ash. Toward Cove. Toward the kid about to explode. “Mother!” Wrath shouts. “Don’t!” I hit the vines. They don’t grab me. They part. First Blood knows First Blood. Ash is on her knees. Burning. Cove is on his. Smoking. Vines connecting them. Feeding. Killing both. I drop between them. Bone knife’s in my hand. Again. Always. “Stop,” I tell them. To Cove. To Ash. To the Tree. “Both of you. Stop.”

“Let me help you, Rose.” “It wouldn't hurt, would it?” She asked with a shaky voice. “Have I ever hurt you?” I got no reply to that. “Okay…so how do you get in?” She asked instead. “Close your eyes and try to breathe evenly; you could do that, right?” “Y..yes, please Emmet hurried up. The only strength I've got is on my tongue, my body is closing up on me.” Just as she spoke, I turned into a thick cloud of ash. My eyes went into flames.

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.