From Blood And Ash Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

I demanded. Ash gave me a look like he was annoyed at my name calling, but he didn’t dare say anything. I shouldn’t have to always be the brains of every operation someone else needed to think for once! “We have a plan but it’s going to be messy. I know you’re not opposed to some blood but it’ll be a lot. They won’t go down without a hell of a fight, if you can get some more vampires here, that would be a huge help,” Ash said.

Kael steps in front of me by instinct. I move beside him. Not behind. The crack widens by a finger. Draven laughs softly from the dark beyond. “You still think choice is stronger than blood.” My hand stays over Ashen. My scar stays quiet. For the first time, I am glad it does. “No,” I say. “I think blood has been listening to the wrong men.” The door shudders. White marks flare across the stone, one after another, handprint to paw mark to spiral.

My blood trickled out slow, warm and red, dripping onto the floor before Ash bent down. He brought my hand to his lips. I reflexively pulled back, but his grip was tighter. My breath caught in my throat. His mouth pressed to my palm, drinking slowly, like my blood was some kind of vintage wine. His red eyes fluttered shut for a second—like he was savoring it. When he looked back up, that dark smile was back. “You’re sweet,” he whispered, looking at me through lowered lashes. “Just like I imagined.” I didn’t know which part of me didn’t run. Maybe it was fear. Or fascination. Or both. But I stood there, frozen, staring back at him—like we both knew a line had been crossed. And there was no tu

Scars. Hundreds of them. Ritual scars. Burn marks. Claw wounds that never healed right. Someone carved power into him and then left him to rot in it. Maereth coughs, blood spilling down her chin, but her eyes are still sharp when they find mine. “Listen to me,” she gasps. “It’s him. Ash-blood. He’s been feeding on anchors—” “Still talking,” the hybrid murmurs, tilting his head. Amusement flickers across his ruined face. “That’s why they feared you.”

I wished she had been killed before she turned 18, perhaps all this nonsense would be repeating itself. Alpha Asher growled loudly as he got into the Palace, his growl was spine-chilling. It sent a wave of fear coursing down my spine. He reeked with the urge to kill. I looked down at Lia who was still sobbing, her blood splattered all over the floor. I wanted to leave immediately before Asher met me here. It would be very bloody if he came in here.

Ash is still drinking, and Kai has to nudge him to stop. “Ash, don’t drain her.” Ash growls but stops, sealing his mark by licking the wound closed. “I know. Gods, I know.” Ash calms slowly but is still thrusting into her, and Kai feels his own release coming. He leans back and lets it happen, cutting his finger on his fang to give her. Ash does the same, reaching around her to put his finger in her mouth. She sucks on them, hard. Drawing a good amount of blood out of them. Ash groans,

Trying to crawl he groaned and left a smear of blood. I walked closer. "Who sent you?" I asked. He laughed weakly. "Does it matter?" "Yes," I said. "It always does." He coughed, blood on his lips. "You're already too late." I crouched beside him. "You took a bad contract." His eyes flickered. Never did she intend to live as long as she did. My chest tightened. "Who?" He smiled faintly. "You know." "Say it," I ordered.

Rosa slowly got closer to me and looked at me with a vile gaze. "How can you possibly be better than me when you're an unlucky woman who got your parents and son killed? Yoel grew up with you, and many men had a crush on you in university! When I found out that you liked Yoel, I swore I would do anything to make him mine. "I wanted to torture you slowly and watch as you lost everything. I wanted you to fall from grace!"

“Now that I think about it, she must have chosen you because of that. You must be very damn good in bed for her to get over her fears and even marry you. Incredible.” “What the fuck are you bitching about?” “You think, if someone gives it to her better, she won’t forget about you?” The smell of blood permeated the room. Silas was clenching his fist so tightly that his nails dug into his palm, making it bleed. His eyes took on a bloody red hue. If Asher were an ordinary vampire, perhaps he would have been intimidated. But he only watched Silas thoughtfully. Aside from his woman, there was really nothing special about this bitch.

I wanted to experience a love story filled with passion. So I nodded. Dylan's eyes were filled with unshed tears as he gradually slid the ring on for me. It was as if he was making sure I would never leave his side. Mom walked toward me and set the sapphire and diamond tiara on my head. Dad was already crying in joy. While wiping his tears away, he quickly took out his phone and snapped a few pictures for me.