From Blood And Ash Series Novels & Stories

his fingers shiver while he says that and I notice that the blood is flowing through his hand and slowly it is dripping of the ground. Seeing the blood makes me feel nauseatic. What did he do? What the hell did he do? Did he do something? Did he just kill someone or hit someone? Wait! Didn’t Asher go out from that way? Why is he coming from the same way? Did he just hit Asher? My heart starts to beat loudly. My mind becomes so suspicious when I see the blood in his hand. Some moment before, it felt like he could kill him. “Why…did…you?” I try to say but then I see Asher coming some metres away from the door and I realize that he hasn’t hurt him. Then, what is that blood for?

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.

And I will be damned if my entrance into Eryndor is caused by this Gods forsaken school. I stand up shakily and move toward the washroom, grabbing a cloth and rinsing it under cold water before pressing it to my lip. It stings. But in a way, it’s grounding. I need to know I’m still here. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and cringe. I look away before I start hating what I'm looking at. I clean the worst of the blood, ignoring the dull ache spreading through my ribs and shoulder. I've had worse. I've had a lot worse.

His eyes have turned blood shot, his face now fading into a deep redish-purple, the evil smile on my face the last thing he sees before he closes his pothetic eyes. Alex is leaning against my desk, the look of boardom on his face" man should of kept his mouth shut" he shrugs. Standing and walking away from the solider staining my rug. I hand him two peices of paper "Send word to gentral warren, tell him too burn it" "NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE"! The power radiating off me has him bowing his in submition."Yes alpha" he says turning to deliver the message. "and alex... bring me a file of everyone on that list" he stops stort the look of confusion on his face as he looks the list over."Servant file

he says quietly, “that’s where we finish this. Only if you say so.” “I’ll say so,” I answer. “When the world deserves it.” --- POV: Ashmouth --- They buried me under Solara and called it mercy. They call me Ashmouth because prophecy burned my tongue and left smoke where words should be. I don’t die. I rot. I watch. When Hollowfire meets Hollowblood without a priest between them, my chains ache. The silver cracks a hair’s width. I taste light through stone. Laugh until dust falls from the ceiling.

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.

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.”

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

Ashlyn whispered but something began to shift around her as her eyes turned into blood. “Are you okay, honey?” he asked as he noticed it. “I need…blood…” she weakly answered which made Vladimir snap because he knew what was going to his wife. The blood prince blood in her system was activated and it was hungry. “FUCK! INA LEAVE AND GRAB ME TYPE O to AB BLOOD BAG NOW!” Vladimir shouted at Ina who immediately nodded and leave them in the operating room. “Honey, look at me…control your thirst.” Vladimir tried to calm his wife but Ashlyn was losing it.

Scared, I crawled back, pressing my back against the wall and hugged my knees, peering at Amor with bleary eyes. “How dare you touch my luna,” his voice was gruff. Daunting enough to send a chill down my spine. I shuddered impulsively at his words. His claws pierced right into Kaltain’s chest, making his screech echo wildly in the castle. I covered my ears and shut my eyes at the bloody mess created. Blood spurted all over the walls, soon turning into ashes, leaving behind a disgusting smoky scent in the air. That was the Ashing blood of the vampires.