From Blood And Ash Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Get your hands off her, Ashford.” “She’s bleeding,” Luca said, still unhurried, still holding her hand like a relic. “But thank you for the theatrics.” He lifted his thumb again—her blood smeared across the pad. “I was just helping.” “If you touch her again,” Noah hissed, “I will stop pretending to be civilized.” Luca shrugged. “You weren’t convincing anyone.” Althea couldn’t breathe, not with Luca’s heat on one side. Not with Noah’s grip anchoring her on the other. Not with the entire room watching her unravel.

I muttered confused when it suddenly hit me I stared at Asher in shock "Yo.....u y....ou you?" "Yes Carmella, both you and asher blood is needed for this sacrifice! " Angela confirmed dropping the bomb on me......!!! TBC........ Please I need ur rating and reviews Please you all should try to drip ur comments on what you think about the story so far

Ashen shook her head, She coughed ink, Then pressed a piece of her page the one she’d hidden into Liora’s hand. One word on it: Bind. Liora frowned. “Bind to what?” Ashen’s hand rose, trembling, and touched Liora’s forehead, For a second, Liora saw it all: Every fragment of Ashen’s lost story, Every possible ending she might have had, The rage, the hope, the unspoken names. Ashen closed her eyes, And whispered, “Bind me to your blood.” Liora gasped. “No—Ashen—”

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

But from the weight of knowing that even now, after everything, Victor still haunted her blood. Asher reached out. Gently, carefully, he took the ring from her hand. “I’ll give the blood,” he said. Her head snapped toward him. “What?” “That’s what it needs, right? The blood of someone close. A tether.” He gave her a grim smile. “Well… I’m tethered, aren’t I?” “No,” she said, voice sharp. “I’m not asking.” She stood, sudden, trembling. “You don’t understand. This thing doesn’t just take blood, Asher. It drinks the meaning behind it. If you give yours, it could unravel everything. It might take—”

Not sure if it's because of the blood loss, the scare that he felt — or the sanguinary sight that's developing on that abandoned storehouse. Asher takes the hand of the floor. He grimaces and sighs deeply. All he wanted was to be in his room, taking a scotch before a deep sleep... instead, there he is... holding that piece of nasty meat and impregnating his nostrils with the filthy blood of that scum.

His eyes fell on the blood on Layla's fingers and he paused, a deadly scowl taking over his face. He clearly didn't like the sight of her blood. Layla knew instantly that she could defeat him with her blood. She raised her hand and waved it towards Asher, splashing her blood on him. Drops of her blood landed on his face and he let out a painful scream. The side of his face where her blood landed was burned badly and Layla could see the blistered skin.

They watched in awe as Asha’s eyes and hair returned back to their normal black color before tears streamed down on her face as she rushed to the coughing man on the ground. Asha only felt like her entire body is surrounded by darkness and a heavy lead that is weighing it down the endless abyss. Her eyes could only see red and an urge to see blood surged in her heart the moment she digested Lyor’s words. The first class warriors of the Blood Wolves clan and her eldest brother’s friends are like a group of elder brothers to her who have grown up in their care. Hearing their condition of being almost turned into death soldiers caused her brain to malfunction, and she could only hear a ringing

I add quickly when Asher lifts a perfect brow. “How sure are you that this going to work?” Asher asks, running his hand through his hair. “A hundred percent. But I can’t do this without your help.” “Fine.” Asher says reluctantly. “When do you need the blood?” “Right now.” “Seriously?” “No better time than the present, right?” Asher sighs and shakes his head, then rises from the chair and heads for the door, and unlocks it. “Follow me.”

Like this wasn't the end of my fucking world. I snapped my head up, my vision tunneling to where he stood, amusement dripping from every inch of his face. "I will kill you." I gritted out. "You should be thankful I didn't kill them, Parthe. I had the chance to." He shrugged, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But at least I got a taste of her so many times that my cock still juices up at the thought of it…" My breath hitched. My vision blurred. "Well, even if it was without her consent…" A slow smirk twisted his lips as he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know how we, AshBloods, are… We take even the things people would not give willingly."