From Blood And Ash Book Set Novels & Stories

Inheritance Beyond Bone: A Study of Blood Memory in the Sovereign Lines Codex Umbra: Forbidden Forms and the Repercussions of Shadowwork Veins of the Vale: Mapping the Ancestral Ether in Delta Bloodlines The Tyrant’s Mirror: How Empaths Unraveled the War of Seven Wills Of Flame and Stone: House Emberdark’s Fall and the Quiet Curse that Followed Declarations Made in Silence: Oaths Taken Beneath the Aureum Sky

I forced myself to let my mind wander over what she’d said, let it circle over in my head. If what she said were true, if dragons could have more than one mate, then maybe this disaster I found myself in wasn’t an accident at all. Maybe it was in my blood. But the other half of Ashleigh’s story, the half about fire consuming everything, settled like a stone in my stomach. She had been right. Restlessness leaked into magic. And mine was already too close to the edge.

Blood and Ash The courtyard of the Northern Keep was still and shadowed, the air thick with pre-dawn chill. Pale mist clung to the flagstones, swirling in lazy tendrils. Somewhere beyond the high stone walls, a lone wolf howled long, low, and mournful. The kind of howl that carried warnings.

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

“This is an ancient word, translated over centuries but roughly means…war.” War?! Of everything in the world, it had to be the one thing she hated. Violence can never and will never be a part of her life or her child’s life. The instructor observed the cold, intensity behind her blue eyes and tried putting her mind at rest. “See…your markings extend further which says a lot more than we know.” “Where did you find these books?” Elira attempted to change the topic. The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world.

“If this gets me killed, I’m haunting you.” “Wouldn’t be the first ghost I’ve met.” “Then I’ll make sure I’m the loudest.” She pressed her hand to the runes. For a heartbeat, nothing happened — then her mark burned to life. The seal flared white, the ancient stone groaning as it split open. The air rushed inward, carrying a scent that made her skin crawl. Blood. Old, dried, and layered with incense and ash. Zevran’s jaw tensed. “They’ve been using this place again.”

Her face was pale, her eyes red. "Bentley!" she shouted, pointing straight at me, her voice shaking. "You killed my father!"

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

he countered. "And so does the Brotherhood." She touched arm. "But as of now, the Barinovs and the Brotherhood are on the same side. And with luck, maybe we'll get some other factions out there to see the light too. This shadow war that's existed for so long between humans, shifters, and the corruptions like werewolves and vampires? It all stems from a lack of communication. You know that." "Who knew my sister would end up being wiser than her big brother?" Damien chuckled, looking back at the ongoing party. "Or that my in-laws would be fire-breathing dragons?"