From Blood And Ash Book Set Novels & Stories

The day seems to be so longer than the previous ones, as a promise, but a façade and a lie from the beginning echo. “Will you promise to always be with me, Aaron?” “Of course! I promise that no matter what I will protect you, JK.” BLOOD, DREAD, DEATH, AND A NIGHTMARE. With the turn bloody night of that supposed to be peaceful hours, and where the magnificent full moon shines its light towards the world. Everything is tainted with blood and scarlet as a screaming howl. “No!” Left with nothing as the family, life, and place he grows up to are slowly turning into ashes. The mansion of the prominent clan where the blood of a holder lies are now being engulfed with flame when in a blink of an eye

Messy script depicted each memory I ever had with Tyler, all leading up to our encounter in the woods. I tucked the book back on the shelf, and moved onto the next one. I had no idea how long it took me, as time seemed to be still in my mind. Book after book, memory after memory. Leather bound books, hard cover books, short books, withered books. Each were as different and unique as the memories being placed within them. I finished with my memories of Alpha Asher, every last one of them. His book was larger than the others, the cover a startling shade of black, flecks of silver embedded into the cover.

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

Joshua said again, as Jamie carefully stood by the bookcase, waiting to move in once Joshua signaled that it was safe. Asher smelled the vampire before he could even see her, and yet, nothing, not even that was enough to have him take his vision from the trembling target which was Miranda. She gulped and hiccupped while looking into his globes, and this image seared itself into the Alpha's brain, and in the process bruising his heart. The Alpha growled at the sensation, and this made Miranda's vision dot with black exploding stars, for she was close to losing consciousness out of fear.

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.

Every scar, every wound—it only makes her shine brighter. “What is it, Arthur?” I ask, pushing open the door. My heart is racing. “Have you found something?” Arthur looks up from the old leather-bound book spread across the desk. His eyes are wide, a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty swimming in them. “Yes. A legend. A rare wolf... the Blood of All.” I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alyssa steps forward, folding her arms. “Yeah, what does that mean exactly?”

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.

Book Two: Shadowstorm Rising Chapter Six: The Relic The rain came with dawn, cold and thin, washing blood and ash into dark rivulets that snaked through the mud outside Shadowstorm’s walls. Raven walked the battlefield with Ragnar, Nightfire low under her skin, Shadow pacing quietly inside, watchful. The air smelled of wet earth and something older, something wrong. They stepped carefully around charred remains of the creatures, black ash dissolving under the drizzle, revealing torn earth beneath.

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.