From Blood And Ash Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

*But we are Dragons Mummy, and we need to eat too* I almost drop the bloody plate; I don't think I’m ever going to get used to this…. Ash looks at me with a funny look on his face before returning to his food… *I told Daddy you were hungry* I giggle. No wonder he looks confused. I still don't think that I will get this mind link with Ash; how can I? He is a Dragon. I am human; how is that going to work? Surely It’s not possible. *Mummy, you are silly. We share my Dragon Blood* Ash wipes his plate clean before pushing it away; he stops and looks at me. Neither one of us can turn away, and I feel some kind of connection before I Hear.

Hunter ‘You need to stop now.’ Asher growls as I look down at the tube carrying blood from my arm to Faythe’s, this is way to intimate but there is no way I’m going to give my fated mate some bagged blood. Someone has poisoned her and she needs immediate attention.

Lysander and Kaelen caught up with us as we reached the landing. I skidded to a halt. Ash sat on the floor with Claire in his arms. She was covered in blood. It spilled from her chest, pooling on the floor and smearing over Ash’s hands. He tried to stop the flow with his palms and magic, but the crimson liquid escaped between his fingers. “No!” I fell to my knees in front of them. “She’s going to be okay, right?” Ash gazed at me in horror. “I lost her.” “What? No. Heal her. You’re a Fae, heal her!”

I asked Kade, spinning the hot rod in my hand, ready to carve into his flesh and continue from where Vi had stopped before the engagement ceremony. “I…I swear by the goddess there’s no other way,” he sobbed like his tears would move me. The metal door creaked open and Asher crawled in covered in sweat as his body trembled. Ysara stood behind him, arm folded just watching. “Brother, I need you!” He whizzed as he tried to catch his breath. I could smell the Ashpine in his blood as it ruptured his blood vessels one after the other. A scoff left my lips.

He then went ahead and rolled him over so that he could see his face, and the driver gasped after he realized who he was. "Is this not Alpha Cameron's son-in-law?" He thought the alcohol in his system draining away in the same instant. After he finally came back to his senses, he flew from that place and didn't even dare to look back. Ash was left laying there all alone, and because he was in a place where no one could easily see him, everyone kept passing, letting him fight for his life since he had already lost so much blood. From where Ash had met with an accident, there was a forest just nearby that was always haunted by wolves. A black Lycan two times bigger than a normal wolf with glow

“How do you feel about drawing some blood?” I was positive I’d been devoured by the darkness and forced into an alternate universe because Tristan’s slender lips peeled upwards in a devastatingly eager smile. “Are you kidding? I love blood.” Five minutes later and the floors of Rowena’s cell were stained red. Staring down at the growing puddle, I silently wondered if it would seep into the concrete if we’d return to this very room a decade later to find the evidence of what we once did. I’d always known Asher as one of those rare individuals who excelled at everything he did, and this only reaffirmed that belief. The way he moved, gliding the blade through the flesh and muscle, was nothing s

He made sure she’d have a giant hickey in the morning, sucking at the skin and laving at the little blood that escaped from the tiny wound. It was the last buckle on the restraints Young had and as much as he wanted to regret it, he was relieved to finally let the other half of his new self out. Unable to keep him at bay and determined not to stop, Blood flipped Asha over on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air. Giving her a few very ungentle spankings to both cheeks, Blood plunged back into her with no precedent eliciting a mangled groan from the limp woman beneath him.

Content Warning; Chapter contains graphic scenes of violence. * ASHER’S POV Kill. Kill. Kill. No matter how many I killed it just wasn’t enough. I was covered in the blood of the three rogues who’d attacked her. And yet it wasn’t enough, it never was. When the lust for blood was awakened, it just couldn’t be quenched.