From Blood And Ash Series Novels & Stories

The Elder could only helplessly flee back to the Ancients. Years passed by after that incident. Those years quickly became decades, and those decades became centuries. Centuries turned into millennia and millennia into tens of millennia. Ashera became a Phenom and her legend grew. People knew her less as Ashera and more by her moniker – the Blood Witch. She cut down expert after expert, legend after legend. Yet none of her feats quite compared to her legend of killing the two brothers of the Barbarian Primogenitor. The two were powerful Phenoms who were alive long before Ashera, yet they fell to her blade! Not only that, she was able to escape as well. But her victory wasn’t without cost. Sh

It was a message. Asher looked at me with the look of bewilderment, he walked towards the dead body and cut the veins. She dropped with a thud and my worst fear come true. Her back was severely bruised and clothes were torn and soaked with blood. UNTIL BLOOD MOON, was written behind her back in bold red letters.

I reached for him— “Elira.” Ash’s voice stopped me mid-step. I turned slightly. He had entered the chamber without me noticing, his dark eyes already scanning the room as more wounded soldiers pushed through the doors behind him. The steady flow of demons had not slowed. If anything, it was getting worse. Ash watched the missing arm for a moment before his gaze returned to me. “No,” he said calmly. I blinked at him. “He’s losing too much blood,” I replied. “And he will likely continue to lose it.”

“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.

The scent of blood and gunpowder choked the air. Alessandro stood in the wreckage, chest rising hard, blood dripping down his arm. The third body slumped beside him. I stared at the gun in my hand. My fingers trembled. “He was going to—” “I know,” Alessandro said quietly. I turned to him — his face pale, eyes dark as night. “You’re bleeding.” “I’ve had worse.” “That’s not an answer.” He gave a grim half-smile. “You like those.” “Sit down,” I snapped.

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

When the sky got like this she would go out and relish in it, but with how Young was maneuvering her, Asha knew it was now something to be experienced in the loud silence of her living room. She had a feeling with the way he held her and was speaking that she would really get to meet Blood. Having experienced the various ways he held back from treating her with anything other than softness over the years, she recognized how his battle with Blood might really be a battle with the shadow parts of himself that for most of his life, he did everything to quell. Now with his literal demon self manifested in the physical realm, he had almost no control in how or when he would take action on those p

Larry, now scared, said, “I have every reason to believe now that a blood sucker has set his eyes on us.” “A vampire?” one of the men asked in total fear. Asher let the body drop on the forest floor and he closed his eyes as the liquid traveled into his system and the flesh wound on his ankle suddenly closed up. He opened his eyes and they weren’t red again but midnight blue. He could feel his strength returning, and his body satisfied but his thirst wasn’t satiated and that was because he didn’t take the blood he had wanted but he wasn’t a danger to any human now, especially Naomi.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

They were charging against the trapped door of my will. Without a straw of consciousness, I drifted like a zombie toward Alyssa. She didn't notice the wild expression of my killer face when I took her wounded hand in mine. My tight clutch caused a fresh amount of blood to flow appetizingly in my feverish vision. Alyssa frowned in confusion as I watched the red fluid running. Until I could no longer resist it anymore. I put Alyssa's bleeding finger into my mouth. "No! Viv! Don't," Alyssa cried. "Don't do that, it's gross!"