From Blood And Ash Series Book 2 Novels & Stories

No one. By the time she reached the top of the aisle, her claws were extended, and she saw nothing but red. Her nails dug into the Hunter dragging Faith first. One second he was walking towards the door, and the next, his head rolled across the floor. And then there was nothing else in her mind except the hunger for their blood. Their screams. It filled her so completely that even saving Faith fell to the back of her mind.

“She’s an Almega, Asha. Did you see that monster she turned into? She’s going to kill us all if we don’t kill her first.” “Andros—“ I grabbed his arm as I pleaded once again, but he pushes the book to me, cutting me off. “Read this book, Asha, and you will find out the truth yourself,” Andros gave me one last look before going back to the Packhouse, leaving the book in my hands.

So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading. Undercover_Ostritch

Hi If anyone is waiting for updates on this book - they will happen, but I have some plans for this book, and this is the second story of the series - Rain and Ashes. I am currently working on the first story, and then I will get back to this one - in a few weeks. No, no need to read the first one to understand this one, but probably some details will make sense if read in order.

Even in the dim light, I can see the torn fabric across his abdomen, soaked dark with blood. My heart drops. “Multiple wounds...” Charles says tightly. Only then do I notice the sticky warmth on my hands. I slowly look down. Blood. David’s blood. My fingers are coated in it. His trembling hand suddenly catches my sleeve. I lean closer. “Shaw...” he breathes. “Look into Shaw.” “What about Shaw?” I ask sharply. But David’s grip slips from my sleeve, and his eyes fall shut.

The next thing I know, I´m falling into the vortex, my hands outstretched. I hear Liam´s scream. “NOOOOOOO!” I witness him falling into the vortex with me. Afterwards, everything descends into darkness. > END OF BOOK 2 <

she laughed, Twisting the cork she opened the small vessel, sniffing the edge of it, "This smells so... Familiar," "Amber wait—" Al tried to stop her, but it was too late, I could see the liquid staining her lips with a bright red pigment, "It's dragon blood," she snickered, taking another gulp, "It's fucking dragon blood," she laughed merrily, I don't know if I should be disgusted that it's dragon blood or happy that it's not poison, "Try it," she nodded vigorously, handing the flask to me,

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

“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.

I needed to do something to balance me once again, but what? Before Luthias could fathom my actions, I raced with vampire speed toward Bartholomew’s small encampment. I was sure I needed more blood to balance my body and, like Luthias said, the pickings were easy there. I’d covered precious little ground before he was upon me. I grunted unceremoniously as he pounced on me with brute strength. My face slammed into the blanket of compost created by fallen leaves and branches that mixed with the dark, soil they nourished. I struggled under his weight with a frenzy I didn’t know I was capable of, but he kept his weight atop me and held my arms fast behind my back for the considerable length of