From Blood And Ash Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was a message. Asher looked at me with the look of bewilderment, he walked towards the dead body and cut the veins. She dropped with a thud and my worst fear come true. Her back was severely bruised and clothes were torn and soaked with blood. UNTIL BLOOD MOON, was written behind her back in bold red letters.

They could kill with their blood and heal with their saliva. “So, did your bloody master manage to convince another bloodsucker, Frank?” Ashina confronted him. “You will never get to touch him…even if you gather your whole army…” and the next thing he felt was a sharp pain at his cheek where Ashina grazed her sharp claws and he screamed as blood seeped out but not to let it heal itself Ashina sprinkled the silver dust on it. He whimpered and closed his eyes in utter pain. He blew short breaths to lessen the pain but no avail.

Bright red blood ran in a line from his bleeding nose to his lips. Ash stared hard at him. She looked from his amber eyes to his sharp teeth, and her own growling stopped. Her eyes went from gold back to brown and her fangs regressed into human teeth. "I . . . wh-what's happening?" she whimpered. A dark shadow crept over Hunter's face. Hunter shook his head, trying to clear away the shadow in his sight. As the shadow left his vision, he looked down at Ash again. She was trembling with fear as she looked at his face. She looked like she was about to cry.

I replied firmly. "Chill. I'm only trying to see through your lenses." Ash stopped walking and explained. "So.. what's with the knife?" "I just need a tiny bit of your blood to drop on my injury. It has to be mixed together and it would help me experience whatever you experience for a short period of time." He furthered say, and then my palpitating heart calmed. I shot Cruz a glare immediately. "You should have told me that from the very start." Just a little cut, Ash got blood from me and put it on one of the open scratches he had from fighting the bear.

I could sense the tension among everyone as soon as the son of the devil walked into the hall with his head raised high. I couldn't hate him more for the fact that he thinks no one can match up to him. My eyes widened in awe the moment I saw Asher walking slowly behind the beast with his body covered in blood. So were Tala and some of their closest friends. I didn't like the way he was covered in blood, and my wolf and I wanted to do something, but there was literally nothing we could do other than gawk in awe.

I spit it out across the table and stood abruptly, slamming the glass to the tabletop. "I will not drink blood," I growled bitterly and Ashr eyed me oddly. He stood, turned to the startled waiter and asked for the bill. He paid quickly and pulled me forcefully out the door and to the transport. He didn't say a word to me as he lifted me up to the transport and jumped up beside me. He entered his destination and I was jerked back without warning as the vehicle took off. I sat back and watched Ashr scowling as he watched the scenery fly by. "I don't want to consume humans, sorry not sorry," stated firmly and he side eyed me suspiciously.

Miranda drew in a shuddered breath, but she didn't answer. Asher wanted to rip his hair out. He was spiraling out of control. He wanted to tear this home apart, just to demonstrate the constant pain he felt burning through every cell in his being, every time he saw Miranda and failed to see the woman he once loved. His muscles physically burned, and Asher was ready to claw his own heart out just to make the pain stop. Asher wanted to burn the world down. He wanted blood. The ghost sensed the Alpha's anger anchor in her chest. She stared at him with a petrified gaze. She almost didn't recognize him.

“But I was there the night you rejected her. She didn’t reject you, did she?” I grinned. “Thankfully, you understand how the bond works both ways.” Ash inhaled sharply. “So you’re just toying with her feelings… with the bond itself?” I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a hushed growl. “Listen, Ash. I only tolerate these questions because you’re my blood. Anyone else and I’d have peeled their tongue out by now.” Ash’s throat bobbed. “I’ve always known you to be cruel, brother… but this?” His voice lowered. “This is madness. If she is in the bloodfang pack, you are toying with Lucian. I've warned you about this before.

Xander sat still as the nurse carefully collected the blood samples, her gloved hands working swiftly and professionally, but he couldn’t feel anything anymore—not the prick of the needle, not the sting of pain, not even the ache in his back from hours of sitting. His mind was in a haze, a tunnel of grief, panic, and desperate hope. He kept staring at the tray of vials filled with his blood as if they were some sort of offering—his sacrifice, his gift, his last attempt to save the woman who had changed his life in ways he couldn’t begin to explain.

She screamed like a lunatic trying desperately to break free from Damon who had suddenly turned to a blood thirsty monster and was now biting down on her neck like a crazy vampire. But that wasn't all, Damon wasn't done with her yet. Still biting her neck he reached his hands out and managed to grab a piece of bedspread on the bed. Like a psychopath he ploughed the bedspread straight into Anastasia's mouth. Anastasia screams could no longer be heard she tried screaming but it came out as muffled sounds. Damon pressed the bedspread deep into her throat making tears roll down her face. Her face started turning purple as she started to choke on the bed spread in her mouth.