From Blood And Ash Book 4 Novels & Stories

“Wolves who lose themselves. Who let the shift hollow them out instead of strengthen them. Most die. Some don’t.” “And those are…” She gestured weakly to the destruction. “Abominations,” he said. “Drawn to power. To bloodlines like yours.” Her chest tightened. That familiar pull stirred under her ribs again, faint but present. Like something listening. “So it wasn’t after you,” she said softly. Ash met her eyes. “No.” It had been after her. The silence that followed felt heavier than the fight itself. Ash crouched in front of her, his movements slower now, more careful. There was blood on his knuckles — dark, already drying.

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER: "Dynasty" by MIIA CHAPTER 158: SECRETS IN THE ASHES POV: LYSS ~~~ I sit cross-legged in the ruins of the Guen pack library, my fingers brushing over soot-stained pages that crinkle under the weight of time. Ash clings to my skin like a second layer, but I barely notice. The fire that tore through this place weeks ago was meant to erase everything; the names, truths, bloodlines. But something survived. Something waited for me and now it’s in my lap.

"The lab resequenced your sample with our high resolution protocol. The results are absolute. You are her only survival vector." ​"Look at her, Seraphina," Harrison whispered, stepping closer to me. He pointed a long finger toward the glass. ​Inside the room, Chloe’s body convulsed slightly, a high pitched alarm screaming from the monitor as two nurses rushed to her bedside, pumping medication directly into her IV line. ​"She is nineteen years old," Harrison said into my ear, his breath cold against my skin. "Your blood line ruined her mother's life. Now, your marrow can save hers. Or will you let your hatred for me kill an innocent girl?"

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.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

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.”

They watched in awe as Asha’s eyes and hair returned back to their normal black color before tears streamed down on her face as she rushed to the coughing man on the ground. Asha only felt like her entire body is surrounded by darkness and a heavy lead that is weighing it down the endless abyss. Her eyes could only see red and an urge to see blood surged in her heart the moment she digested Lyor’s words. The first class warriors of the Blood Wolves clan and her eldest brother’s friends are like a group of elder brothers to her who have grown up in their care. Hearing their condition of being almost turned into death soldiers caused her brain to malfunction, and she could only hear a ringing

Already fading. When we reached the blood tree, the rogues set her down gently. The bark was dark, almost black, streaked with veins of crimson as if the tree itself bled. It pulsed faintly when I touched it, and a shiver ran through me. “She belongs here,” Asha whispered, her voice trembling. Yes. She did. I thought I would speak easily. Mama Oya had given me so much—her wisdom, her maddening riddles, her steady faith. But when I stepped forward, the words caught in my throat.

Content Warning; Chapter contains graphic scenes of violence. * ASHER’S POV Kill. Kill. Kill. No matter how many I killed it just wasn’t enough. I was covered in the blood of the three rogues who’d attacked her. And yet it wasn’t enough, it never was. When the lust for blood was awakened, it just couldn’t be quenched.

But I couldn't move; my body was frozen in place. "Nesrin, darling. The time has come. Happy birthday, my Wildrose," The shadows wrapped around me. Their voices echoed, filling with excitement. Their thirst for bloodshed made my skin crawl. They clawed at my face trying to pry my mouth open. The shadowed figure leaned forward, the heavyweight of dark magic feeling like a second layer of skin as their lips brushed against my ear.