From Blood And Ash Series Book 6 Novels & Stories

I don't know how long we searched and just when we were about to give up, I saw a red book which lay about the stacks of books and just like others this book was also Dusty. The only difference is that it is red in Color which is different from the colour of the book around it. I went over and picked it up and it read, "How to eliminate a forbidden soul" "Ashley I think I found something similar" I gestured to her to come over. After she came over I opened the book to see what is inside. ~~"Just like I saw! There will be blood shed and someone who is not of this world will bring chaos. And this is why I made all necessary preparation for when what will happen will happen.

The sight was truly pitiful, and it made me nauseous, but it was his weakening heartbeat that shook me to my core. I ran to him grasping him immediately ripping the chain around his arm, bearing the brunt of his weight. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I must be dreaming, right? You’re not really here, are you?” “This is no dream. I’m here. I’ve come for you. Do not try to speak. Have my blood.” My fingers traced his check softly as he looked up at me with awe while I prepared to break the skin on my wrist to feed him my blood.

Larry, now scared, said, “I have every reason to believe now that a blood sucker has set his eyes on us.” “A vampire?” one of the men asked in total fear. Asher let the body drop on the forest floor and he closed his eyes as the liquid traveled into his system and the flesh wound on his ankle suddenly closed up. He opened his eyes and they weren’t red again but midnight blue. He could feel his strength returning, and his body satisfied but his thirst wasn’t satiated and that was because he didn’t take the blood he had wanted but he wasn’t a danger to any human now, especially Naomi.

“My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.” “It was said that Kayla's last blood held a great piece of virtue. She requested for her lover's ashes to be given to her as the reward for handing out her lover, Emmett, to the Alpha of their time to slay. They had it all these while, and maybe, along the way, they sold it to the hands of strangers, like the humans.” “Please, master, the people who had your urn know Kayla's last blood. You should go get your answers now for we know nothing.”

Hi readers! Just a quick update. As I know not all of you follow me on social media, I wanted to share this news here as well. There will be no new chapters from September 28–30. Don't Panic. Ashes of Six will return with brand-new chapters on October 1st! I know breaks aren’t fun, but this short pause will help me set October up for consistent updates and a strong push toward the finale. Thank you so much for your patience and all the love you’ve shown Nora, Caelum, Lucien, and Elias. October will be intense, emotional, and full of the magic, danger, and romance you’ve been waiting for.

“Get your hands off her, Ashford.” “She’s bleeding,” Luca said, still unhurried, still holding her hand like a relic. “But thank you for the theatrics.” He lifted his thumb again—her blood smeared across the pad. “I was just helping.” “If you touch her again,” Noah hissed, “I will stop pretending to be civilized.” Luca shrugged. “You weren’t convincing anyone.” Althea couldn’t breathe, not with Luca’s heat on one side. Not with Noah’s grip anchoring her on the other. Not with the entire room watching her unravel.

Kael steps in front of me by instinct. I move beside him. Not behind. The crack widens by a finger. Draven laughs softly from the dark beyond. “You still think choice is stronger than blood.” My hand stays over Ashen. My scar stays quiet. For the first time, I am glad it does. “No,” I say. “I think blood has been listening to the wrong men.” The door shudders. White marks flare across the stone, one after another, handprint to paw mark to spiral.

Whatever she might have said next was lost under the sudden crash of paramedics through the doorway, a stretcher, hands prying mine gently but firmly off Kai’s shoulder, a voice telling me to step back, sir, please, step back and let us work, and I found myself shoved to the edge of the room watching strangers lift the man who’d thrown his own body over mine without a second’s hesitation, watching his blood soak dark into a white gurney sheet while his eyes searched the room and found me one more time before they wheeled him out. “Elias.” Barely a whisper, almost lost under the noise. “The letter. Your father’s desk. Don’t wait for me.” Then he was gone, out through the ruined door, down the

Standing in the absolute center of the carnage was Alexander Vance. He looked like a demonic entity escaping a subterranean war zone. His gray tactical shirt was entirely shredded, hanging in bloody rags from his massive six-foot-four frame, exposing the thick white compression bandages that were now completely saturated with a mixture of dark, silver-poisoned fluid and fresh, bright arterial blood. The black, necrotic tracks of the silver-nitrate venom had returned with a terrifying vengeance, creeping up the entire column of his neck and mapping across his sharp jawline like a web of dark glass.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.