From Blood And Ash Series Book 2 Novels & Stories

That’s the truth. I sighed and looked out the window. "Grandma, is my husband still alive out there? They've been talking a while." "Wife." My eyes snapped to the door. Asher stood there—his hand covered in blood. I jumped to my feet. Grandma did the same. "B-Blood! Whose blood is that, Asher?!" He looked down at his hand, almost confused. What happened out there? ****** LMCD22

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.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO BOOK TWO MIGHT BE A SLIGHT BIT DIFFERENT FROM THE SITUATION THAT HAPPENED WITH LUCIEN BECAUSE OF THE PLOT. NOTHING ELSE CHANGES. NOW, LET THE ADVENTURE BEGIN!! RHEA'S POV: Ash still clings to the wind, stinging my lungs as I run. The battlefield lies behind us like a nightmare unspooling into daylight, but there’s no waking from this. Not yet.

He felt so good inside her—so fucking perfect. Asher leaned down and sank his fangs into the soft skin of her shoulder, marking her, so everyone who saw would know who she belonged to. It was hot and messy—Via absolutely loved it. ( That's It For book one. Check out Book Two : My Stepfather Is A Vampire ❤❤❤)

Glowing magical threads emerged from her ear, twisted around themselves, and formed a small sphere. It was the memory of the dream, and another memory about Zane. The stranger closed his hand around the memory and destroyed it. Lila’s body jerked for a moment, then went still.

However, the fear still made my blood run cold. Soon, a red dot appeared on my body. I ran for my life, but no matter where I went, the red dot followed me, locked onto me like I was prey. Eventually, I couldn’t run anymore, so I stopped, gasping for breath. Just then, someone covered my mouth from behind. A sharp, suffocating smell filled my nose before everything went black. When I woke up again, I was lying on a dining table. My body was arranged with slices of ceviche, like some kind of grotesque work of art. From my fingers to my toes, they were all carefully plated.

I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook. She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table? “Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “

I answered, holding her until the silver mark on her wrist flared again. Ashina’s voice cut through the courtyard before my sister could answer. “If you want the first book, Daciana, then follow me before Father takes the child and closes every door.” Every wolf went still. Adolphus’s blood smoke recoiled slightly, and that told me more than any promise Ashina could have made. The first Blood Feather book mattered. Maybe it mattered enough to make fear honest. (Ashina POV) I ran through Blackfang’s lower passage with Daciana behind me, and every step felt like walking deeper into the mouth of my own grave.

"Run a full background sweep on Chika Whitmore from the Silverfang vanguard. We found the blood-match we've been hunting for." A sudden, violent chill spiked down my spine, making the hair on my arms stand up. I spun around, my eyes scanning the dark corners of the loading bay until I caught the faint, predatory gleam of a pair of eyes watching us from the upper rafters. "He didn't leave, Lucien. He's tracking my scent right now," I whispered, stepping closer to his flank so our shoulders brushed. Lucien’s head snapped toward the rafters, but the shadow was already empty, the faint scent of zinc and old blood rapidly dissipating in the heavy ventilation draft. I looked across the platform, m

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave