From Blood And Ash Series Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

ARWYN My body was pressed against another, radiating warmth that made me reluctant to wake, hoping to prolong the blissful sorcery enveloping me. My lashes fluttered open, revealing the familiar sight of books and towering shelves—I was still in the library. Surprisingly, I remembered the conversation I was having with Jagger about the dragons and Thrystan's brother, Nerys, whom I accidentally killed two years ago in the Spire. That mission haunted me for months, rendering me unable to function properly. I could only imagine how Thrystan must have felt, losing his older brother to such a horrible death.

Asher had crashed into a building, bringing it down instantly. As he got up, he stared at the people in front of him and then he heard the voice in his mind. ‘Yes Asher, go on, kill them, kill them all. They killed her, they took her from you. Kill all of them, show them what you are made of.’ His eyes were pitch black and raising his hand, more buildings set ablaze. Screams of pain filled everywhere and although Edward tried to quench the fire, more buildings kept burning and with each passing second, countless wolves fell to their death.

Kael steps in front of me by instinct. I move beside him. Not behind. The crack widens by a finger. Draven laughs softly from the dark beyond. “You still think choice is stronger than blood.” My hand stays over Ashen. My scar stays quiet. For the first time, I am glad it does. “No,” I say. “I think blood has been listening to the wrong men.” The door shudders. White marks flare across the stone, one after another, handprint to paw mark to spiral.

Lucious "Lucious!" Uncle Jax rolls me onto my back as I'm unable to breathe. "You have lost too much blood, you're not healing." I look up at him as blood continues to spill from my mouth feeling as if I'm drowning on my own blood. I watch as uncle Jax drags his black claw across his wrist slicing it open. He pushes his wrist up against my mouth. I sink teeth into his arm forcing down the disgusting blood, feeling the hole in my chest starting to heal.

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

After I'm done relaying all the events, he speaks. "I see," he sits up. "The question to your answer, Haven, is no." "W-what? What do you mean 'no?'" "Your father, Ash, is not dead. He is still alive." "B-but..how can that be?" I say in a small shocked whisper. "Lycan King Ash was ambushed and betrayed by his friends exactly as it is in your vision and.." He opens his drawer and pulls out a book, it's yellowish-gold cover colour looking a bit weared off. "In this book."

He simply sipped his coffee, his eyes fixed on the open book Ashara had abandoned—The Legacy of the Blood Born—and the journal still lying in her lap. On the other side of the call, Zev’s voice was calm but warm, laced with the effortless charm that always seemed to come naturally to him. “Hey, Ashara. I hope I’m not interrupting something important.” Ashara giggled and leaned back in the oversized chair, curling her legs beneath her. “Not at all! Just… reading some crazy vampire fiction my dad apparently collects.” Zev chuckled. “Let me guess, the ones that talk about wolves and treaties and blood feuds?”

For me. The magic inside me shattered through the restraints like wildfire. The air ignited with violet light, my eyes burning red, my voice unrecognizable. I stood. And I ran. The chamber doors flung open as I burst through, stumbling down stone corridors that pulsed with old spells and blood-soaked secrets. I followed the sounds. The growls. The clash of claws and power. And then I saw them. Ash was on his knees, clutching his side, blood pouring from his ribs.

The closer she approached the ruined buildings of the Blood Wolves clan, the heavier her body feels. Asha took a deep breath as she entered the central square, but her steps did not continue as she fell down to her knees with a plop. The crisp sound of her knees hitting the brick ground echoed in the quiet square, and such a fall could have hurt her kneecaps heavily, but Asha’s dark pupils did not even blink at the pain as it stared straight at the bodies piled up at the center of the square. The smell of blood and the slightly rotten odor in the air managed to break through Asha’s newly created shell as tears fell down her unblinking eyes like a waterfall.

Chapter 37: Ghost. Ashley. Agony, Pain I tried to reconcile the happenings in the past few hours. The only thing I knew was having a quarrel with Boris and then trying to shield my daughter from harm, but the scenario was so tempting that I couldn’t even think straight. I flinched at the sight of blood all over the place and the garment which was soaked to the core.