From Blood And Ash Series Novels & Stories

He said as he feel an excruciating pain. That's right. Ash is a demon. I remember from the information I read in a book that when the moon is full the blood lust of the demons gets stronger. The blood lust of the vampire demons is quite strange at the time they can’t drink blood on the full moon they can weaken that they can die. So every full moon the demons always have blood ready. Pureblood like ash is human he needs unlike others who can already have animal blood. Only when the moon is full does Ash need human blood. I need to do something. Instead of following him, I came closer and his shout got louder. I saw that he was weakening. He had to drink blood. I equaled him. "Here," I said t

Not out of love, never out of love but out of control. ​I opened the first master directory. ​Medical Records: Presbyterian Hospital, New York. ​I hit the command line execute key. ​Executing script: GHOST PROTOCOL V4. ​The red progress bar crept forward. 12%. 34%. 68%. ​On the screen, her blood type, her emergency contacts, the sickening record of her forced bone marrow extraction for Lucian's precious childhood sweetheart, it all began to dissolve into corrupted gibberish. I watched the text turn into hexadecimal garbage before disappearing completely into an overwritten void.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

His eyes fell on the blood on Layla's fingers and he paused, a deadly scowl taking over his face. He clearly didn't like the sight of her blood. Layla knew instantly that she could defeat him with her blood. She raised her hand and waved it towards Asher, splashing her blood on him. Drops of her blood landed on his face and he let out a painful scream. The side of his face where her blood landed was burned badly and Layla could see the blistered skin.

Good-bye" They turned to leave when I jumped on my feet and held them by the leg. I pulled and begged. I opened my mouth when I felt a sharp pain in my side. "Something is happening to me" I felt a hot flow of liquid gush out of me. It ran down my center and was now touching in between my thighs. I froze and then bent to check. "Blood!" The witches cried out. I started shouting, "Blood! I'm going to die!! Please help me" They stood still, staring at each other, "We are sorry" ******* Asher's POV:

That’s the truth. I sighed and looked out the window. "Grandma, is my husband still alive out there? They've been talking a while." "Wife." My eyes snapped to the door. Asher stood there—his hand covered in blood. I jumped to my feet. Grandma did the same. "B-Blood! Whose blood is that, Asher?!" He looked down at his hand, almost confused. What happened out there? ****** LMCD22

“The Blood Pact can’t be undone. You cannot escape your fate.” Darian, who had been silent until now, stepped closer to Asha. His face was tight with determination. “It’s trying to control you, Asha. Don’t let it.” Asha’s eyes locked on the creature. "I know," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She could feel the shift in the air, the oppressive magic that clung to the walls. The creature wasn’t just a physical threat—it was tied to her lineage, to the Soulbone that now coursed through her veins.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Chapter 37: Ghost. Ashley. Agony, Pain I tried to reconcile the happenings in the past few hours. The only thing I knew was having a quarrel with Boris and then trying to shield my daughter from harm, but the scenario was so tempting that I couldn’t even think straight. I flinched at the sight of blood all over the place and the garment which was soaked to the core.

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.