From Blood And Ash Series Book 6 Novels & Stories

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

I reached for him— “Elira.” Ash’s voice stopped me mid-step. I turned slightly. He had entered the chamber without me noticing, his dark eyes already scanning the room as more wounded soldiers pushed through the doors behind him. The steady flow of demons had not slowed. If anything, it was getting worse. Ash watched the missing arm for a moment before his gaze returned to me. “No,” he said calmly. I blinked at him. “He’s losing too much blood,” I replied. “And he will likely continue to lose it.”

had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds. "I... I can't feel them," Ash whispered, staring at his ruined hands. He looked up at her, and the grey in his eyes was replaced by a flickering, unstable gold. "Rhea... what is happening?" "The blood," Rhea sobbed, the golden light in her skin beginning to swirl violently. "The vision was right. You're the final ingredient. The fire... it’s not letting you near me because it wants you to bleed for it first." Outside the cathedral, the legion of a thousand shadow-beasts let out a collective, rhythmic thrum. It wasn't a growl. It was a cheer.

I asked Kade, spinning the hot rod in my hand, ready to carve into his flesh and continue from where Vi had stopped before the engagement ceremony. “I…I swear by the goddess there’s no other way,” he sobbed like his tears would move me. The metal door creaked open and Asher crawled in covered in sweat as his body trembled. Ysara stood behind him, arm folded just watching. “Brother, I need you!” He whizzed as he tried to catch his breath. I could smell the Ashpine in his blood as it ruptured his blood vessels one after the other. A scoff left my lips.

Good-bye" They turned to leave when I jumped on my feet and held them by the leg. I pulled and begged. I opened my mouth when I felt a sharp pain in my side. "Something is happening to me" I felt a hot flow of liquid gush out of me. It ran down my center and was now touching in between my thighs. I froze and then bent to check. "Blood!" The witches cried out. I started shouting, "Blood! I'm going to die!! Please help me" They stood still, staring at each other, "We are sorry" ******* Asher's POV:

It was a message. Asher looked at me with the look of bewilderment, he walked towards the dead body and cut the veins. She dropped with a thud and my worst fear come true. Her back was severely bruised and clothes were torn and soaked with blood. UNTIL BLOOD MOON, was written behind her back in bold red letters.

Dante’s POV I’d never seen so much blood on Asher's body before. Asher was limp in the arms of the guards as they carried him back to the pack house, his fur matted crimson, his breathing shallow. I walked beside them, numb, every step felt like an eternity. My hands shook, and I kept them clenched tight at my sides so no one would see. I had to hold it together. But inside, I was unraveling. I could not erase the image of him collapsing, and I could not forget the way his eyes dimmed right after Elijah’s body fell still. For a moment, I had thought I’d lost him. The terror of that thought had not left me, and I wasn’t sure it ever would.

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.

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