Novel & Cerita From Blood And Ash Book 2

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.

I hadn’t washed it yet. However, when I examined the collar, my fingers paused. The button was loose. The thread looked new, like it had been forcibly pulled. I crouched down and opened the shoe cabinet. My pair of hospital slippers sat neatly inside. The soles were clean. I remembered clearly that the last time I wore them, there had been a faint yellowish stain from disinfectant. Now, the soles were gray-white, as if someone had deliberately scrubbed them clean. My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change.

I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook. She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table? “Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “

The next thing I know, I´m falling into the vortex, my hands outstretched. I hear Liam´s scream. “NOOOOOOO!” I witness him falling into the vortex with me. Afterwards, everything descends into darkness. > END OF BOOK 2 <

Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading! *** TALIA

I needed to do something to balance me once again, but what? Before Luthias could fathom my actions, I raced with vampire speed toward Bartholomew’s small encampment. I was sure I needed more blood to balance my body and, like Luthias said, the pickings were easy there. I’d covered precious little ground before he was upon me. I grunted unceremoniously as he pounced on me with brute strength. My face slammed into the blanket of compost created by fallen leaves and branches that mixed with the dark, soil they nourished. I struggled under his weight with a frenzy I didn’t know I was capable of, but he kept his weight atop me and held my arms fast behind my back for the considerable length of

She says hugging into me, i take the card from her hands and i open the door then hand it back to her, when i know she's protected I engulf my body in flames and I swing open the door, lines and lines of salt sat across my path, dark mountains ash was glued to the floor. I imagine in the hopes that nobody could break the barrier by accident. Taking a nervous breath I step over it, as I do the salt, the mountain ash and the glue burns to a crisp, breaking the barrier and allowing us to leave.

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

she replied and seethed at Kyle who gave her a hard slap across the face. “There is another thing,” Gazzeus said and rose to his feet. “I saw the mummified body of a young girl. Must have been up to a day since she dried but I noticed she had black blood.” “Black blood,” Aamon repeated in an uninterested tone and used his thumb to rub his forehead. His hand suddenly stopped moving and he shot his eyes wide before standing from his throne. “Did you say black blood?” he asked. “Yes, master. Isn’t it strange that the witches are back after a long time and the Nightbloods whom we thought were no longer in existence are now being used by them?”

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.