From Blood And Ash Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Everyone was on guard. "What can you see, Gary" Asher whispered. Gary said nothing. He shifted immediately, turning himself to his fierce form. "Whatever it is, we'll handle it" Just then, something made a sound and liquid rolled down the floor. Gary took a closer look to confirm. "It's blood" Everyone gasped. What was happening? ******* Asher's POV My thirst for Arabella was overshadowinh my thoughts. I couldn't think straight without envisioning her body. I wanted her as mine. Not in a loving way but merely in a way that I could be stuck inside of her whenever I wanted to.

What did he do right before he put the blood into her belly? Her eyes sprang open in surprise as she got the fleeting glimpse of him taking his own blood and putting it directly into her. She knew that his blood was potent; it was one of the things that first attracted her to him. But his blood now? It was like some kind of super-blood that he had. Ashley was now feeling better than she had in decades and she felt like she could take on an army and win.

POV: Blaze Ryder "You’ve already forgotten everything, Ash. You’re not an Alpha right now. You’re a dog chasing a ghost." Blaze spit blood into the snow, standing up slowly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze fixed on the brother he had followed since they were cubs. He saw the madness in Ash—the way his gold eyes were losing their clarity, becoming clouded by the silver-and-black rot of the mate-bond's corruption. Ash wasn't thinking about the Silverfang territory or the treaty with the vampires. He was a man drowning, and he was willing to pull the whole world under with him.

"What if that's the only chance we have to survive?" He shut his eyes and muttered, "It's all pointless if you can't survive." I swallowed down a lump in my throat. "I trust you." I stretched my hand, my fingertips tracing his cheek and lower lip. "I love you." He drew a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, they burned with savage fire. He lowered himself and pierced his teeth through my skin. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. He embraced me, holding me tight as he pushed his teeth deeper. I moaned, and, God help me, it wasn't because of pain. I shivered, shamelessly flooded by arousal, as he sucked my blood. A growl rumbled in his chest, and I could feel him hardening agains

she asked. “How did you think I first found you?” Cassian asked. Julianne remembered and she said, “You came to meet me in the restroom. I took you to be a pervert.” “Wow,” Cassian placed a hand on his chest. “So that was your first impression about me.” “Why else would you be there?” “It was your blood that brought me to you in the first place, Ash. Your blood was calling out to me.” Julianne thought about it more reasonably for the first time. “How could my blood…” she paused and took a few rides down memory lane. That day, she remembered bleeding through a cut and then running into Cassian who seem more interested in something other than her.

“I could crawl into the mind of anyone I feel like, just as I did you, but I'm limited to yours, though.” “Thank goodness,” She said with a long sigh, “Well,” She continued, “The first time you got into my mind, it was horrifying…I don't want to talk about that else my view of you will change.” My eyes narrowed, “You mean when I came to you in the form of ash?” “Yeah, that one. How did you pull that up?” She asked,d flinging her hands in the air; she winced a little, bringing her arm down slowly. “The injected area still burns.”

"I, Asher Cohen, Alpha of the Black Blood Pack, reject you, Cirilla Bane, as my mate and future Luna of the Black Blood Pack." I froze. I watched in horror as a saddening tear rolled from Asher's eyes. I had no idea what was happening, or what he meant by those words, but a sickening pain sliced through my stomach, and tears gathered in my eyes. The presence within me screamed in pain. Before I could speak, I heard Asher groan in pain. He gave me a sad look before leaving the room. As soon as he was gone, the night's cold feasted on my skin, and the stabbing pain in my stomach spread to my chest.

Every blow they struck made my heart pound faster, the marks on my body flaring like molten gold. Ryan’s voice fills my head through the link again, his presence like a rough, fiery caress inside my mind. At the same moment, his paws connects with Asher’s face. The crack of bone is loud enough to echo across the room. She reels back, shocked, her perfect nightgown stained with her own blood.

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.

“Wolves who lose themselves. Who let the shift hollow them out instead of strengthen them. Most die. Some don’t.” “And those are…” She gestured weakly to the destruction. “Abominations,” he said. “Drawn to power. To bloodlines like yours.” Her chest tightened. That familiar pull stirred under her ribs again, faint but present. Like something listening. “So it wasn’t after you,” she said softly. Ash met her eyes. “No.” It had been after her. The silence that followed felt heavier than the fight itself. Ash crouched in front of her, his movements slower now, more careful. There was blood on his knuckles — dark, already drying.