From Blood And Ash Book Set Novels & Stories

The scent of blood and gunpowder choked the air. Alessandro stood in the wreckage, chest rising hard, blood dripping down his arm. The third body slumped beside him. I stared at the gun in my hand. My fingers trembled. “He was going to—” “I know,” Alessandro said quietly. I turned to him — his face pale, eyes dark as night. “You’re bleeding.” “I’ve had worse.” “That’s not an answer.” He gave a grim half-smile. “You like those.” “Sit down,” I snapped.

"I'm sure she's forgotten all about your date from hades." "Somebody doesn't just forget nearly dying," I spat. ---------------------------------------------------- Hallo everybody! This is the second book of the Ash Walker series. It can be completely read as a stand-alone book if wanted. The only thing you might miss is some context with details that won't be explained as quickly. Whereas if you'd read the first book (The Witch's Wolf) you would understand it already. Not to worry though! I won't be including any information without explanation at some point during your read. Thank you for picking this up! - Insect

Ash vanished into the blast, gone before Liora could even reach for him. Both Drysanas screamed and disappeared. The Keeper watched, unmoved, as the storm swallowed everything. Liora hit the ground hard, hands scraped, head spinning. Kael was next to her, his mark still burning. The woods had changed, no sign of Ash, Drysana, or the Keeper. Only the message: Betrayal has begun. The night is far from over. And somewhere out in the wild, Ash was facing his secret alone, in a world that wanted Moonblood.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

I thought maybe if I didn’t pick it up, it would stop. But what if it was Daddy? I walked slowly toward it. My feet felt cold on the floor. I reached up and grabbed the receiver the way I’d seen Daddy do. It felt heavier than I expected. “Hello?” I whispered. A woman’s voice came through. “Hello, this is City Gate Mortuary calling to notify the family of Asher Wolfsbane and Valerie Darkrose that the individuals listed were found deceased after a car accident on the 22nd of May, two days ago.”

With his right he drew the bone dagger from her belt. The pack stilled. He pressed the blade to his palm. A single bead of blood welled, dark against his skin. He offered his hand to her. Ashley took it. She turned his palm upward, then drew the blade across her own, a swift shallow line. Their blood mingled as she pressed her palm to his. The bond flared white hot, flooding her with images: snow and fire, running paws, howling at stars, pups tumbling in spring grass, an endless line of wolves stretching back through centuries.

That night we each gave blood and sweat, and I knew the bond was only growing stronger. We fought for hours tirelessly, but in the end, there was a loud commanding roar, a sign of victory. I looked down at my claws that were now covered in blood, the same dripped down my chin. Bodies laid around us, mostly rogues, but some belonged to the pack, and we made quick haste to bury the dead before sunrise on my account.

**NEUTRAL POV** The courtyard ran red. Bodies shifted in and out of fur—wolves in full transformation, claws flashing, teeth tearing, roars and growls blurring with human screams. The scent of iron and ash choked the air. Above them, the blood moon burned like a watching god. Asher moved like a storm through the wreckage of his home. He took down two of them in a single motion—black-furred wolves lunging from opposite ends. His claws ripped across a flank, his jaws crushed a throat. He didn’t recognize the faces until they shifted mid-collapse. Young. Too young.

Lirien. Her cousin. Blood of her blood. Time fractures. Vessa’s hand lifts to stop the order. It catches mid-air, frozen in indecision. Her breath shortens. Too late. One of the Ashborn lunges. Steel sings. The camp erupts. Flame cuts through darkness, wild and beautiful. Wolves howl as they strike. The air crackles with magic and blood and memory unraveling. Soldiers clash in blur and scream. And Vessa stands in the center of it all,

“Then we find them. Together.” Later that day, the pack gathered around the fire circle. Elders, warriors, and healers sat in quiet conversation, their faces marked by fatigue but also by determination. Ashara stood before them, holding an ancient scroll covered in runes. “This is from the old tribe of the Highland Clans,” she explained. “It speaks of the Bloodbond, the magic that ties your family together. And a warning about the Shadowborn.” The pack leaned in, hunger for knowledge filling the air.