From Blood And Ash Book Set Novels & Stories

The house didn’t feel like mine anymore once the gunfire stopped. Declan’s men moved through the estate with brisk, practiced efficiency, zip-tying the guards who were still breathing, calling for a cleanup crew, sweeping every room for anything the Ghost might have left behind. I stood in the middle of the foyer, blood — not mine — drying on my knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe like a person who hadn’t just watched her home turned into a battlefield. “Sera.” Declan’s hand found my shoulder, gentler than it had any right to be given the last ten minutes. “You’re not hurt?”

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.

He said as he feel an excruciating pain. That's right. Ash is a demon. I remember from the information I read in a book that when the moon is full the blood lust of the demons gets stronger. The blood lust of the vampire demons is quite strange at the time they can’t drink blood on the full moon they can weaken that they can die. So every full moon the demons always have blood ready. Pureblood like ash is human he needs unlike others who can already have animal blood. Only when the moon is full does Ash need human blood. I need to do something. Instead of following him, I came closer and his shout got louder. I saw that he was weakening. He had to drink blood. I equaled him. "Here," I said t

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

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.”

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.

He couldn't crush the boy's tiny throat. It was at this time that Layla wriggled her body out of Riven's tight hold and placed her bloodstained hand on Asher's stomach, smearing his skin with her blood. Asher screamed at the top of his lungs as her blood burned his entire body. The blood magic that had possessed him suddenly released him and his voice turned to a little child's voice again as he wailed for his mother. His screams turned shrill as Layla's blood eradicated the blood magic from his body.

And the ghost of his hand rising, just slightly, as if to reach for her. The door clicked shut. Asher’s breath fogged the glass. “You did what was necessary,” Selene said, softer now. “The pack will rally.” He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. The scent of Lila’s blood—coppery and sweet—still hung in the air. He’d know it blind. And Lila’s scream still clawed at his skull. He’d have to let her go. For now.

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.

Asher's Pov This will be the second time I've watched my life shatter around me as I stood in the remains, surrounded by bright blood. It was everywhere. On Caden's neck, his shirt, his hands, the floor. Every-fucking-where. I can't get my eyes off the fact that the blood was pooling under him on the ground. I can't get my eyes off his pasty-white skin and the haunting sound that left his throat before he closed his eyes.