From Blood And Ash Book 2 Novels & Stories

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.

Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts. Paranoia. War. Visions of fire consuming the Vatican. And a single phrase etched repeatedly into the margins: “The ash will rise. The ash will rise.” Jasmina said softly, “They were waiting for you.” Amara slammed the book shut. “No. They were trying to stop me.” Scene Six – The Missing Page They searched the room, frantic. Jasmina found a scrap in the corner — torn from the missing page. On it: part of a sentence.

Then I looked back up at his face, meeting his furious, desperate stare with a slow, terrifyingly calm tilt of my head. Without breaking eye contact, I opened my hands. The gold pen and the heavy leather folder slipped from my grip, falling through the air and hitting the marble floor with a sharp, echoing crash. Lucian’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "What are you doing?" I took one step backward, putting distance between us, my voice finally breaking the long silence low, soft, and colder than the rain beating against the glass. "If you want my blood, Lucian," I whispered, "you're going to have to take it by force."

just like your mother warned. "Livia!" Asher’s voice suddenly sounded muffled, as if he were shouting from under water. I blinked, and the foggy forest around me dissolved into dark grey stone. The cold forest air vanished, replaced by the suffocating heat of a burning room. I wasn't on my mare anymore; I was kneeling in the center of a ruined stone hall covered in ash. A few feet away stood Asher. But his eyes weren't warm gold—they were black as pitch, smoking with dark Primordial magic. He held a dripping broadsword in his hand, and at his feet lay my father, motionless in a pool of blood.

For the next hour, I traded territory logistics with dozens of minor pack leaders, smoothly cutting through the polite interrogation of wolves who possessed the exact same predatory motives as Egan and Kieran. Without any solid operational data regarding Lucien’s blackout, I maintained the illusion of complete unity, safeguarding the survival of my bloodline alongside the King's reputation. Finally finding a brief pocket of isolation near the armory gates, I leaned my head against the cold stone, my chest heaving from the immense pressure. The peace shattered instantly as Egan Brooks slipped past the sentries, holding two silver chalices filled with raw, dark blood-wine. He extended one towa

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

Chapter 37: Ghost. Ashley. Agony, Pain I tried to reconcile the happenings in the past few hours. The only thing I knew was having a quarrel with Boris and then trying to shield my daughter from harm, but the scenario was so tempting that I couldn’t even think straight. I flinched at the sight of blood all over the place and the garment which was soaked to the core.

Glowing magical threads emerged from her ear, twisted around themselves, and formed a small sphere. It was the memory of the dream, and another memory about Zane. The stranger closed his hand around the memory and destroyed it. Lila’s body jerked for a moment, then went still.

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.