From Blood And Ash Series Novels & Stories

On screen, I looked straight into the camera and said, “There’s just enough battery power left on my phone.” What they didn’t know was that I’d gotten that power by pretending to please those people, but it didn’t matter. They were going to die anyway. The camera eventually shifted to the ship’s cabin, where several disgusting clients were all over me, their hands roaming freely. Then, when they least expected it, I struck. With a sharpened piece of bamboo, I drove it straight into their throats. Blood poured out instantly as they collapsed. As I had always seemed weak, they never guarded against me. Soon, the second one fell, and then the third. One after another, they dropped dead.

What about the stupid heart that wouldn't stop bleeding for the wrong person? What was he supposed to do with it? Brewster continuously hit his chest as he covered his mouth with one hand and cried profusely in the car... Even when the car dropped him at the main gate and he finally stepped out of the castle environment, he still didn't feel the relief he expected. Instead, his heart ached even more. But he wasn't going back there. He wouldn't return to the man who would never return his feelings. Brewster wiped his face and stopped a cab. Fortunately, his phone was in his pocket, and he was able to pay the cab as he was driven to his mother's hospital...

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Blood and Ash The courtyard of the Northern Keep was still and shadowed, the air thick with pre-dawn chill. Pale mist clung to the flagstones, swirling in lazy tendrils. Somewhere beyond the high stone walls, a lone wolf howled long, low, and mournful. The kind of howl that carried warnings.

When I first started writing Kingdom of Ash and Blood, I never imagined how far this story would carry me. What began as a spark — a single image of a woman standing in the ruins of her past — became a journey that taught me more about strength, love, and survival than I ever thought a story could.

The honest-looking man is now wearing a twisted expression full of frustration and grief. After knowing that their lady Asha pushed him down the tunnel without a word, Soran did not stop to think of the reason as he tried to go back out to forcefully carry Asha to escape, but he could not even move from his current position as if his entire body is glued to the ground. Asha Blood as the hailed next priestess of the Blood Wolves clan is also a special existence in her own right even without the golden drop of blood from the Moon goddess. The land of the Wolves is a wondrous land that is full of mystery. And the development of the werewolves since the first creations is full of change and evol

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

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.

**NEUTRAL POV** The courtyard ran red. Bodies shifted in and out of fur—wolves in full transformation, claws flashing, teeth tearing, roars and growls blurring with human screams. The scent of iron and ash choked the air. Above them, the blood moon burned like a watching god. Asher moved like a storm through the wreckage of his home. He took down two of them in a single motion—black-furred wolves lunging from opposite ends. His claws ripped across a flank, his jaws crushed a throat. He didn’t recognize the faces until they shifted mid-collapse. Young. Too young.