From Blood And Ash Series Book 2 Novels & Stories

She persisted, taking off the cloak and revealing his wounds. Shards of broken glass gashed through the skin of his broad back, blood seeping out of the deep cuts. "How did this happen?" She used a cotton swab to gently pick out the pieces of glass onto the tray. "A little explosion." He held in a grimace as she drew out a splinter. The bandits had tossed flaming bottles filled with sulfur and spirit at the village and he shielded them from the blast. "Little?" Elira tilted her head to the side, "Where did they come from?"

The moment my fingertips touched the carving— The world disappeared. Blood. So much blood. White wolves knelt in enormous stone circles. Hundreds of them. Priestesses. Each wore flowing crimson robes instead of white. A woman stood before them. Her hair was completely white. Except for crimson streaks running through it like fire. Her eyes... They were mine. She smiled sadly. "The last daughter has come." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She walked toward me. "You have waited long enough." "Who are you?"

Ash vanished into the blast, gone before Liora could even reach for him. Both Drysanas screamed and disappeared. The Keeper watched, unmoved, as the storm swallowed everything. Liora hit the ground hard, hands scraped, head spinning. Kael was next to her, his mark still burning. The woods had changed, no sign of Ash, Drysana, or the Keeper. Only the message: Betrayal has begun. The night is far from over. And somewhere out in the wild, Ash was facing his secret alone, in a world that wanted Moonblood.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

I watched her set the table but one thought won’t leave my mind. See what I mean? I feel like I’m always thrown away but whatever. Fuck. Why am I thinking like this? I feel like a fucking girl. Sighing, I sat on a chair, brushing away the bothersome emotions. “Where’s Quillon?” Ashira sat an a chair beside me, she shrugged. “On the other side.” I laughed from that. “Maybe we shouldn’t say it like that, baby. It sounds like our son had died.” Ashira rolled her eyes. “On the other realm, then.” then she grinned. “How’s work?”

Then I looked back up at his face, meeting his furious, desperate stare with a slow, terrifyingly calm tilt of my head. Without breaking eye contact, I opened my hands. The gold pen and the heavy leather folder slipped from my grip, falling through the air and hitting the marble floor with a sharp, echoing crash. Lucian’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "What are you doing?" I took one step backward, putting distance between us, my voice finally breaking the long silence low, soft, and colder than the rain beating against the glass. "If you want my blood, Lucian," I whispered, "you're going to have to take it by force."

Your enthusiasm and encouragement have inspired me every step of the way, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Now, I have a little secret to share with you about Book Two. Brace yourselves, for there will be even more plot twists and turns, secrets unraveling, and unexpected alliances forming. And, oh yes, a little spoiler for you - Ashley, our fearless heroine, will find herself facing a daunting punishment, but amidst it all, she will discover the unimaginable - she will fall pregnant. The tangled web of love, loyalty, and danger will grow even more complex, leaving you on the edge of your seat.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts. Paranoia. War. Visions of fire consuming the Vatican. And a single phrase etched repeatedly into the margins: “The ash will rise. The ash will rise.” Jasmina said softly, “They were waiting for you.” Amara slammed the book shut. “No. They were trying to stop me.” Scene Six – The Missing Page They searched the room, frantic. Jasmina found a scrap in the corner — torn from the missing page. On it: part of a sentence.

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.