Novel & Cerita From Blood And Ash Series Book 6

just like your mother warned. "Livia!" Asher’s voice suddenly sounded muffled, as if he were shouting from under water. I blinked, and the foggy forest around me dissolved into dark grey stone. The cold forest air vanished, replaced by the suffocating heat of a burning room. I wasn't on my mare anymore; I was kneeling in the center of a ruined stone hall covered in ash. A few feet away stood Asher. But his eyes weren't warm gold—they were black as pitch, smoking with dark Primordial magic. He held a dripping broadsword in his hand, and at his feet lay my father, motionless in a pool of blood.

They watched in awe as Asha’s eyes and hair returned back to their normal black color before tears streamed down on her face as she rushed to the coughing man on the ground. Asha only felt like her entire body is surrounded by darkness and a heavy lead that is weighing it down the endless abyss. Her eyes could only see red and an urge to see blood surged in her heart the moment she digested Lyor’s words. The first class warriors of the Blood Wolves clan and her eldest brother’s friends are like a group of elder brothers to her who have grown up in their care. Hearing their condition of being almost turned into death soldiers caused her brain to malfunction, and she could only hear a ringing

After I'm done relaying all the events, he speaks. "I see," he sits up. "The question to your answer, Haven, is no." "W-what? What do you mean 'no?'" "Your father, Ash, is not dead. He is still alive." "B-but..how can that be?" I say in a small shocked whisper. "Lycan King Ash was ambushed and betrayed by his friends exactly as it is in your vision and.." He opens his drawer and pulls out a book, it's yellowish-gold cover colour looking a bit weared off. "In this book."

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

POV: Asher I’m sprinting to the Big House’s storage room, Glock in hand, Ember’s footsteps fading as she races to the safehouse to check on Rowan and Caelen. The guard’s words—*“Blood opens the way”*—burn in my mind, a taunt from the Order. The east wing’s a mess, door splintered, but as I step inside, my flashlight sweeps over crates and files, all untouched. Nothing’s missing, just like Tom said. My Skinwalker senses flare, a prickle at the back of my neck, but there’s no one here. Just that damn burner phone on the floor, screen glowing with the message.

He then went ahead and rolled him over so that he could see his face, and the driver gasped after he realized who he was. "Is this not Alpha Cameron's son-in-law?" He thought the alcohol in his system draining away in the same instant. After he finally came back to his senses, he flew from that place and didn't even dare to look back. Ash was left laying there all alone, and because he was in a place where no one could easily see him, everyone kept passing, letting him fight for his life since he had already lost so much blood. From where Ash had met with an accident, there was a forest just nearby that was always haunted by wolves. A black Lycan two times bigger than a normal wolf with glow

“And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.” She fled into the neon-lit night, the walls of her identity crumbling around her. She had infiltrated the Moretti family. And in doing so, she had been utterly, completely caught. The hunt was on, but she was no longer the hunter. She was the prey on a very short, very invisible leash, held by the most dangerous man she had ever met. And the ghost of her sister’s earring seemed to burn in the darkness between them, a silent witness to the devil’s bargain she had just made.

For me. The magic inside me shattered through the restraints like wildfire. The air ignited with violet light, my eyes burning red, my voice unrecognizable. I stood. And I ran. The chamber doors flung open as I burst through, stumbling down stone corridors that pulsed with old spells and blood-soaked secrets. I followed the sounds. The growls. The clash of claws and power. And then I saw them. Ash was on his knees, clutching his side, blood pouring from his ribs.

Even in the dim light, I can see the torn fabric across his abdomen, soaked dark with blood. My heart drops. “Multiple wounds...” Charles says tightly. Only then do I notice the sticky warmth on my hands. I slowly look down. Blood. David’s blood. My fingers are coated in it. His trembling hand suddenly catches my sleeve. I lean closer. “Shaw...” he breathes. “Look into Shaw.” “What about Shaw?” I ask sharply. But David’s grip slips from my sleeve, and his eyes fall shut.

Thicker Than Blood Azaria’s POV A stiff castle built upon the bones of this earth in shadow and on stone. The magic that was woven into it could be sensed even at the distance. Old. Cursed. It clawed at my senses, thick as oil, trying to blind me before I even reached the gates. Ashley was still recovering in a warded glade below the cliffs, under protection. I’d left her behind with a promise: I’ll bring them back. All of them. Or I won’t come back at all.