From Blood And Ash Series Book 2 Novels & Stories

Dawn looked at the book and shook her head, “after this chapter, there is not a single mention of the vampires. Ashley nodded, “What about Aiyanna?” “What about her?” “Is there anything written about her as well in this book?” “Nope, other than the fact that she was a wicked bitch who wanted to ruin the world there is nothing here. Who was she, where did she come from nothing?” “What a pity,” Ashley said. Dawn then closed the book and the two kept the book back from where they had picked it up. “Now what?” Dawn said. Ashley spoke, “now let’s go out, and take a walk as I am confused and I want to clear my mind.”

His voice was hoarse, and a puddle of blood had started to congeal on the floor around him. Fresh blood dripped into the puddle, his head sagging forward. “I’ve told you everything I know.” “I don’t know, Anan. Have you?” Blood was streaked across Wilder’s face, his hands looked like he’d dipped them into a bucket of blood, his hair was matted with it. His toenails lay in a bloody heap as did the ten severed toes. “I mean, I haven’t even started on your hands yet.”

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

Jilin lifted her hand from the folder and placed it on top of mine. But I withdrew from her. I pulled away from Reese too, crossed my arms over my chest and stared at this folder. "You're still alive." I felt the old pain that threatened to tear my heart apart. Even today, in my dreams, I kept hearing my parents' screams. I saw how they had torn them, how the blood flowed and how the light of life had disappeared from their eyes. "Yes, and you have to go to Historia." Very slowly I raised my eyes to her face. "What do you expect from me now?"

Upset about his inability to locate her friend and knowing Martin well enough to see that he was up to something, Alison stood at the front door and stared at his car until she could see it no more. Being in Martin’s company made her head feel focused and clear. She was able to think about things that didn’t come to the forefront of her mind, otherwise. One of those things was Nick. As she stood watching the sunset, her heart had a dull ache in it as she wondered where Nick was. Would she see him when she crossed into shadow land? If so, would he explain why he simply left without a word? Would she forgive him? Could she forgive him? She had no idea what to expect. How big was shadow

My voice trailed off as I remembered Asher, one of my strongest warriors who had gone out for a search. “Where is Asher?” I asked curiously. “Alpha!” I had barely finished my statement when Asher came running to me. “I found something,” he said breathlessly. My eyes shone in anticipation. “Asher, what are you talking about? What did you find?” He swallowed, trying to steady his breathing. “Blood.” Everything inside me went still. “Fresh?” I asked, my voice dangerously calm. “Yes, Alpha. Not much, but it leads toward the lower ravine.”

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

they whispered. Baylee’s blood iced. “Blood,” she breathed. Her pup’s voice. Blood. Her legs almost gave. Heather’s free hand snapped out and grabbed Baylee’s elbow to steady her, jaw tight, eyes flaring with alarm. “Bay? Bay. Hey. Stay with me. What is it?” Baylee couldn’t look away from Ash. Her mouth felt too dry to speak. “Say that again.” Ash frowned faintly, confused, like they hadn’t quite understood their own words. “He will need blood,” they whispered. “Yours. The New Light’s. Either would open. Both would hold.” Their throat flexed. “He will take the easiest path offered.”

Every time his heart beat, dark crimson blood seeped through his crude bandages, soaking the dark fabric of his sleeve and dripping slowly onto the wet asphalt. His core temperature was dropping again, his breathing ragged and shallow in the freezing night air. Yet, his amber eyes remained wide, fixed entirely on the dark tree line bordering the public street. “They are coming,” his inner wolf growled within his subconscious, its weak voice sharpening into a lethal, defensive snarl. “The elders did not listen. They want our blood, Alexander. They want the twins.”

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.