From Blood And Ash Series Book 6 Novels & Stories

Not witch. Something... in between. “There were only five heirs,” Ava said. But Mareth looked pale. “No. There were supposed to be six.” 2. The Sixth Heir’s History In a sealed record beneath the council archives, Ava found the truth: Centuries ago, there had been a sixth bloodline—the Ashborne clan, born of both alpha and witch blood. Feared. Hunted. Erased from the Trials before they ever began. One name remained on the scroll. Riven Ashborne.

“Wolves who lose themselves. Who let the shift hollow them out instead of strengthen them. Most die. Some don’t.” “And those are…” She gestured weakly to the destruction. “Abominations,” he said. “Drawn to power. To bloodlines like yours.” Her chest tightened. That familiar pull stirred under her ribs again, faint but present. Like something listening. “So it wasn’t after you,” she said softly. Ash met her eyes. “No.” It had been after her. The silence that followed felt heavier than the fight itself. Ash crouched in front of her, his movements slower now, more careful. There was blood on his knuckles — dark, already drying.

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

I muttered confused when it suddenly hit me I stared at Asher in shock "Yo.....u y....ou you?" "Yes Carmella, both you and asher blood is needed for this sacrifice! " Angela confirmed dropping the bomb on me......!!! TBC........ Please I need ur rating and reviews Please you all should try to drip ur comments on what you think about the story so far

Then he clears his throat to speak, and when he does, his voice is low and authoritative, eerily reminiscent of his father, and his words give me déjà vu. He cups his hands around his mouth, calling out. “Listen up, recruits!” THE END. ************************************** That’s a wrap on the six-pack series! Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me. My next book is a standalone connected to the six-pack universe; keep an eye out for Cal and Nessa’s story, BROKEN BOND, to start releasing in late August/early September. To stay in the loop about future releases, join the pack by following me on I n s t a g r a m : c.j.primer

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

"Don't forget, she's been preparing your special blood vials all these years. Those potions that stabilize your bloodlust? She made them herself. No one loves you more than she does." "So what?" Theron waved a dismissive hand. "It's her duty as an alchemist. She's atoning for what she did." His eyes were full of disgust. He glanced back at the ash on the floor, his face grim again. "Alright, let's get back to the case." He turned to a junior enforcer. "Have any disappearances been reported lately?" The enforcer shook his head. "Even if a pureblood went missing for a day, their family would get a blood-link warning. For a death this violent... the psychic backlash should have been immense. Th

“The moon shows you. The light of your blood can’t hide forever. The Master wants what’s his. The legacy… and the vessel.” Liora’s blood ran cold. The vessel, they wanted not just her, but Ash. Because of his link to her, he was her weakness. The hunter dropped to a whisper, more terrifying than a shout. “You can’t win. You have no guide. Your light fades. Give them to us, and maybe some of you will live through the night.” He raised his crossbow, aiming at the sky, not the entrance. He fired a bolt tipped with a sick green glow, it arced high and smashed into the mountain above the entrance.

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.

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.”