From Blood And Ash Series Book 6 Novels & Stories

Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts. Paranoia. War. Visions of fire consuming the Vatican. And a single phrase etched repeatedly into the margins: “The ash will rise. The ash will rise.” Jasmina said softly, “They were waiting for you.” Amara slammed the book shut. “No. They were trying to stop me.” Scene Six – The Missing Page They searched the room, frantic. Jasmina found a scrap in the corner — torn from the missing page. On it: part of a sentence.

Joshua said again, as Jamie carefully stood by the bookcase, waiting to move in once Joshua signaled that it was safe. Asher smelled the vampire before he could even see her, and yet, nothing, not even that was enough to have him take his vision from the trembling target which was Miranda. She gulped and hiccupped while looking into his globes, and this image seared itself into the Alpha's brain, and in the process bruising his heart. The Alpha growled at the sensation, and this made Miranda's vision dot with black exploding stars, for she was close to losing consciousness out of fear.

I returned to the apartment where I had lived for the past six years and moved all my belongings out of the place. At the same time, I wiped out all traces of my relationship with Vernon. It was like I had just taken out the trash in my life. At night, another delivery man dropped off a premium burn ointment. All I did was toss it onto the table. Before leaving, I gave this empty apartment one last glance. The next day, I booked a flight ticket to Paloria. I also handed over all my unfinished work and gave some instructions to the ex-colleague who had taken over my place.

Something older—deeper—threading into the bones of Moonfall Keep. Her fingers glow faintly. Dull. Ash-toned. She inhales sharply. “This wasn’t a shadow,” she says slowly, each word deliberate. “It was absence.” The word hits like a dropped blade. Cain’s voice is low. “Explain.” “Someone burned themselves out of the world,” Maereth continues. “Ash magic. Starved. Broken. The kind that doesn’t cast—it consumes. It leaves nothing behind because there’s nothing left to leave.”

I looked at Kieran—infected, smiling, the mate bond pulling like a chain into my ribs. Then I looked at my mother—bleeding and still brave enough to warn me. CUT. I understood. Not the door. Not the cage. The chains. The ones inside me. I lifted my bleeding palm and spoke to the ash at my feet, voice shaking but steady. “BIND.” Ash surged up, not toward the Hollow King, not toward Kieran— toward the threshold itself. It wrapped the bone door in a thick black ring, tightening like a belt around a throat.

He simply sipped his coffee, his eyes fixed on the open book Ashara had abandoned—The Legacy of the Blood Born—and the journal still lying in her lap. On the other side of the call, Zev’s voice was calm but warm, laced with the effortless charm that always seemed to come naturally to him. “Hey, Ashara. I hope I’m not interrupting something important.” Ashara giggled and leaned back in the oversized chair, curling her legs beneath her. “Not at all! Just… reading some crazy vampire fiction my dad apparently collects.” Zev chuckled. “Let me guess, the ones that talk about wolves and treaties and blood feuds?”

My body dissolved into drifting silver light. "Lyla! My daughter!" my father cried, reaching desperately forward. The light slipped through his fingers. Caleb lunged toward it, grasping at empty air. Nothing remained. Only a necklace fell from the ashes with a soft clatter against the stone. The string of beast fangs lay exposed on the pale altar, looking rough and out of place. My father kneeled and reached toward it. The moment his fingers touched the necklace, he jerked his hand back as if burned.

RAVEN'S POV I slowly opened my eyes and saw I was in the room but who brought me here? I remember what happened last night. Ash drank my blood. Did Ash bring me here or the dark king? The last thing I remembered before I fainted was the dark king. Has Ash returned to normal? I just shook my head and prepared to enter. I shouldn’t have worried about him. What do I care about him? I looked in the mirror before leaving and saw that I was a little pale, a sign that I had lost blood last night, I immediately ran my finger up to the top of my chest that he had bitten. There are still traces of him biting me last night.

I answered. Ashina stared at us both, and the hatred in her face slowly became something worse than hatred. Need. “If you two bleed each other, my child becomes his,” she whispered. Her voice shook. “If you refuse to fight, maybe he stays mine long enough to save.” The first Blood Feather book turned to its final open page. A small handprint appeared there, black and red, too tiny to belong to any living child yet. Under it, Maelor’s name wrote itself once more.

Chapter 35 - Wrath Kier My throat burned, the thirst now becoming unbearable. I couldn't think straight, the need for blood overpowering my every thought, controlling every instinct. Blood I needed blood, and then I could see clearly, again. Bum-bum. Bum-bum. My head snapped in the direction of a distant heart beating. I tilted my head slightly, the monster in me honing in on the sound. Bum-bum. Bum-bum.