From Blood And Ash Series Book 6 Novels & Stories

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

Hunter ‘You need to stop now.’ Asher growls as I look down at the tube carrying blood from my arm to Faythe’s, this is way to intimate but there is no way I’m going to give my fated mate some bagged blood. Someone has poisoned her and she needs immediate attention.

“She’s an Almega, Asha. Did you see that monster she turned into? She’s going to kill us all if we don’t kill her first.” “Andros—“ I grabbed his arm as I pleaded once again, but he pushes the book to me, cutting me off. “Read this book, Asha, and you will find out the truth yourself,” Andros gave me one last look before going back to the Packhouse, leaving the book in my hands.

He then helps Ellie to her feet. "Now tell me, how did this happen?" Lochness questions. "Valdis betrayed the horde by allying with the elder dragon Sixten. Sixten wishes to take over the northern lands and rebuild the lost kingdom of Highmire," Ellie informs them. Lochness and Vesla's eyes both go wide with shock. "Sixten, that bastard," Lochness mumbles out. "I thought Sixten was dead," Vesla says in shock. "As did I," Lochness replies.

At that moment, they felt as though they were standing in an endless abyss of blood, with the gaze of the Blood Bane King, ruler of the Blood Specters, piercing through them from the depths. Thud! A soldier hiding behind Ash was so overwhelmed with fear that his legs gave out, rendering him unable to stand. "Hmm? What's happening?" Ash suppressed his apprehension and observed the black shadow. He noticed that it was swiftly consuming the Blood Bane Energy. Countless strands of the energy were converging toward the center of the vortex, being drawn into the black shadow's gaping maw. Brandon, Ash, and the others also witnessed this phenomenon. However, they refrained from intervening, knowing

They’d done it before; they could and would do it again. “Drop your shields, Bones,” Knight ordered in a voice that caught painfully in his throat. He wasn’t looking at Bones—couldn’t, really. All his attention was focused on Kira's half-lidded empty green eyes and the puddle of blood soaking into the ground around her head like a gruesome halo, one limp hand curled beneath the wound in her neck. The pressure hovering over his body faded away, Bones' power receding. Knight heard the meaty sound of something hard hitting a body and contained his flinch. He’d apologize to Bones later, when they were home and safe and away from this goddamn nightmare.

He then took her hand and headed toward the door blissfully. I was deeply hurt, and I tried to stop them. However, my son bit me on the arm and looked at me with resentment. “Why can’t I go with Miss Leia? “If it weren’t for you, Miss Leia would’ve been my mom. How I wish that you were dead!” He must have hated me so much that he left a bleeding bite wound on my arm. During the standoff, a fire broke out in the hallway. We were trapped and waiting anxiously to be rescued.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

She says hugging into me, i take the card from her hands and i open the door then hand it back to her, when i know she's protected I engulf my body in flames and I swing open the door, lines and lines of salt sat across my path, dark mountains ash was glued to the floor. I imagine in the hopes that nobody could break the barrier by accident. Taking a nervous breath I step over it, as I do the salt, the mountain ash and the glue burns to a crisp, breaking the barrier and allowing us to leave.