From Blood And Ash Book 2 Novelas e Histórias

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

Even in the dim light, I can see the torn fabric across his abdomen, soaked dark with blood. My heart drops. “Multiple wounds...” Charles says tightly. Only then do I notice the sticky warmth on my hands. I slowly look down. Blood. David’s blood. My fingers are coated in it. His trembling hand suddenly catches my sleeve. I lean closer. “Shaw...” he breathes. “Look into Shaw.” “What about Shaw?” I ask sharply. But David’s grip slips from my sleeve, and his eyes fall shut.

"Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..." By the time I had gathered everything I could and placed it back into the urn, I held it close and turned to leave. "Did I say you could go?" Stella's cold voice came from behind me. Her hand grabbed my arm. "I'm not done with those ashes. Give them to me." "Not done?" I shook her off. Two days of grief and rage exploded all at once. I clutched the urn tightly to my chest, my eyes bloodshot as I glared at her.

Jilin lifted her hand from the folder and placed it on top of mine. But I withdrew from her. I pulled away from Reese too, crossed my arms over my chest and stared at this folder. "You're still alive." I felt the old pain that threatened to tear my heart apart. Even today, in my dreams, I kept hearing my parents' screams. I saw how they had torn them, how the blood flowed and how the light of life had disappeared from their eyes. "Yes, and you have to go to Historia." Very slowly I raised my eyes to her face. "What do you expect from me now?"

It was a message. Asher looked at me with the look of bewilderment, he walked towards the dead body and cut the veins. She dropped with a thud and my worst fear come true. Her back was severely bruised and clothes were torn and soaked with blood. UNTIL BLOOD MOON, was written behind her back in bold red letters.

she laughed, Twisting the cork she opened the small vessel, sniffing the edge of it, "This smells so... Familiar," "Amber wait—" Al tried to stop her, but it was too late, I could see the liquid staining her lips with a bright red pigment, "It's dragon blood," she snickered, taking another gulp, "It's fucking dragon blood," she laughed merrily, I don't know if I should be disgusted that it's dragon blood or happy that it's not poison, "Try it," she nodded vigorously, handing the flask to me,

I watched her set the table but one thought won’t leave my mind. See what I mean? I feel like I’m always thrown away but whatever. Fuck. Why am I thinking like this? I feel like a fucking girl. Sighing, I sat on a chair, brushing away the bothersome emotions. “Where’s Quillon?” Ashira sat an a chair beside me, she shrugged. “On the other side.” I laughed from that. “Maybe we shouldn’t say it like that, baby. It sounds like our son had died.” Ashira rolled her eyes. “On the other realm, then.” then she grinned. “How’s work?”

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.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

I reached for him— “Elira.” Ash’s voice stopped me mid-step. I turned slightly. He had entered the chamber without me noticing, his dark eyes already scanning the room as more wounded soldiers pushed through the doors behind him. The steady flow of demons had not slowed. If anything, it was getting worse. Ash watched the missing arm for a moment before his gaze returned to me. “No,” he said calmly. I blinked at him. “He’s losing too much blood,” I replied. “And he will likely continue to lose it.”