Novel & Cerita From Blood And Ash Fanfiction

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

"Ash's not here, babe. He can't hear you he's too busy being a coward. So stop saying that spineless asshole's name." I felt weak as he continues drinking my blood for a few seconds. My knee is wobbling. If Ash hadn't held me I might have been lying down on the ground now. I felt weak. I couldn't even move a finger. I felt like he had stopped drinking my blood and pulled away. "You're so soft, my queen, and your blood is the sweetest blood I ever tasted in my whole life. Claiming you feel so right." Ash said huskily then licked my earlobe.

“The Blood Pact can’t be undone. You cannot escape your fate.” Darian, who had been silent until now, stepped closer to Asha. His face was tight with determination. “It’s trying to control you, Asha. Don’t let it.” Asha’s eyes locked on the creature. "I know," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She could feel the shift in the air, the oppressive magic that clung to the walls. The creature wasn’t just a physical threat—it was tied to her lineage, to the Soulbone that now coursed through her veins.

Asher’s POV “This is a crazy deal.” I said. “You really thought we would just hand him back to you?” Gustavo’s voice carried a mocking ease, like he was savoring the moment, his lips curling into a grin that set every nerve in me on fire “I thought,” I said slowly, my gaze flicking from him to Anna, “that blood would mean something even to you” Anna tilted her head, “Blood is what ruined us, Asher, don’t try to wield it like it’s sacred, you forfeited any claim to it when you tried to erase me in that forest”

“And you are?” “You answer me first.” Asher demanded. “I cannot remember summoning you here, so why are you? Rest assured, I have not forgotten the hit you gave me, I shall come back to that later.” “Excuse you, you were sucking her blood!” “And you saw what it did.” He raised his now fleshed hand. “However, you stopped me. I have not fully recovered.” “Which means you still want her blood?” “Aye.” “Ha,” Asher scoffed. “Like hell I will let that happen. Listen, if you leave these woods, you would come upon human settlement, you can have as much blood as you want there.”

now, I pressed my hands to my chest again and felt it race very fast. But the words had not come like a spell, they turned out as whispers. “Bind me to his aura, let him see me as hers and see only me to love.” Love. The word laced on my mind and just then, I heard a crack. I looked up, a part of the mirror shattered and sliced through my wrists. I winced, once it tore against my flesh. Blood started to ooze from it, I blinked my eyes trying to go through my spells. Blood had always been my weakness but I swear, I wasn't going to let it distract me now.

When I first started writing Kingdom of Ash and Blood, I never imagined how far this story would carry me. What began as a spark — a single image of a woman standing in the ruins of her past — became a journey that taught me more about strength, love, and survival than I ever thought a story could.

I will prefer my choices over love. Ashley Falls: I just saw a vampire again, second time in my life. I was scared to the core. I just peeked a little from the window and saw Nick and that vampire girl fighting. Is Nick cheating on me? Aren't vampires and werewolves enemies. I was trembling with fear. I thought, "How will I get my revenge from that vampire, when I am so scared of them?" It's a childhood trauma for me. I can't forget me and Nick tied with chains in that wooden house in the forest. I remembered that it was also a trauma for Nick. I saw his reaction when I took him there.

I reached for him— “Elira.” Ash’s voice stopped me mid-step. I turned slightly. He had entered the chamber without me noticing, his dark eyes already scanning the room as more wounded soldiers pushed through the doors behind him. The steady flow of demons had not slowed. If anything, it was getting worse. Ash watched the missing arm for a moment before his gaze returned to me. “No,” he said calmly. I blinked at him. “He’s losing too much blood,” I replied. “And he will likely continue to lose it.”