From Blood And Ash Series Novels & Stories

“We already know the answer to that, don’t we, Xena?” I let him have his moment. For now. And just like that, our world shifted. Not with war. Not with blood. But with a single vow, sealed beneath a Venetian sky.

He stood before me, naked and blood-streaked, his eyes burning with a protective fury. "Let them come," Kael rasped. "They’ll have to walk over my corpse to get to her." Darian spat a mouthful of blood onto the ash. "A noble sentiment, Varynx. Let's see how long it lasts when the Blood Moon rises and her power turns into a poison that rots you from the inside out." With a sharp whistle, the Nightfang vanished into the mists, leaving us alone in the freezing dark. Kael turned to me, his hands shaking as he reached for my shoulders. "Asha... your eyes. They’re still silver."

Kael steps in front of me by instinct. I move beside him. Not behind. The crack widens by a finger. Draven laughs softly from the dark beyond. “You still think choice is stronger than blood.” My hand stays over Ashen. My scar stays quiet. For the first time, I am glad it does. “No,” I say. “I think blood has been listening to the wrong men.” The door shudders. White marks flare across the stone, one after another, handprint to paw mark to spiral.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

"It's still we, is it? Well, if your wolf is still here you haven't had enough yet. I will rid this realm of all werewolves ……starting with you." Zade fell into a quiet Humm as he cast an enchantment on the torturous devices that decorated the dungeon. As he hummed, the blades came off the walls and sliced at my flesh. My blood-soaked rags clung to my already open wounds. My will to fight was slowly dissipating when I realized the blood was no longer just sticking to me. I could hear Dash saying something, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. All I know is that the blood that was once dripping was now sealing my wounds and creating a blood-like Armor. 'I told you we'd make it out of

Shadows curl at his feet like snakes. To my right… Asher. Wearing the silver and storm-grey of his house, his eyes burning, wild. His hands are covered in blood. Not his own. His face is torn between pain and fury. And I… I stand in between them. I don’t know how I got here, but I know I don’t belong. My fingers shake at my sides. I try to speak, but no sound comes out. Only a choking silence. Aaron steps forward. “So it’s you,” he says, voice like a hiss of wind through steel.

Asher will ensure the person who is the mastermind of this incident will be rewarded accordingly. Asher was still sitting in his sliding chair while staring at his laptop, thinking of still being at Stanford because all his things were there. Asher realized he had many enemies; even his family did not escape Asher's mind. But Asher thought of one name that always disturbed his mind, and it was not someone else. People who always oppose Asher's way of life and at the same time become the reason Asher has two sides to life; apart from being an authoritative person because of the flow of noble blood that must be maintained, he also becomes a bloodthirsty man if his dark side has been disturbed.

Thicker Than Blood Azaria’s POV A stiff castle built upon the bones of this earth in shadow and on stone. The magic that was woven into it could be sensed even at the distance. Old. Cursed. It clawed at my senses, thick as oil, trying to blind me before I even reached the gates. Ashley was still recovering in a warded glade below the cliffs, under protection. I’d left her behind with a promise: I’ll bring them back. All of them. Or I won’t come back at all.

"Ash neither cares for nor needs anyone's blood. I've already told you that he comes from one of the strongest bloodlines, or perhaps the strongest of all vampire bloodlines. If he wants to sink his teeth into you, then certainly your blood is not the reason... or at least not the only one." I needed more air, an air conditioner, or a bucket of ice! Ineptly trying not to sound hysteric, I cleared my throat, stifling a squeak that almost found its way out of me. I took a deep breath and finally found my wandering brain before it melted into nothing. "Ash said that I might be in danger because of my scent, and the scent of my blood," I told her.

“How do you feel about drawing some blood?” I was positive I’d been devoured by the darkness and forced into an alternate universe because Tristan’s slender lips peeled upwards in a devastatingly eager smile. “Are you kidding? I love blood.” Five minutes later and the floors of Rowena’s cell were stained red. Staring down at the growing puddle, I silently wondered if it would seep into the concrete if we’d return to this very room a decade later to find the evidence of what we once did. I’d always known Asher as one of those rare individuals who excelled at everything he did, and this only reaffirmed that belief. The way he moved, gliding the blade through the flesh and muscle, was nothing s