From Blood And Ash Spice Level Novels & Stories

I went straight for what I was granted access to. “D.. don't, p…please.” She inhaled sharply, her voice was shaky, but she wasn't pushing me off; her fingers dug into the skin of my arms. I couldn't resist indulging myself in this; I've longed to try something mischievous with her, but I've always ignored that thought to focus on getting back home first; maybe I would come back to just try to have some. I darted my tongue out and licked her bottom lip. She tasted like a foreign spice, which they used in their present time. It tasted nice and I wouldn't mind drowning in it even if the spice could kill me.

Final line: “In the end, the blood between us didn’t bind—it burned. And from that fire, only the ruthless survived.”

"I wanted vengeance. Let's go burn down the rest of their lies." A slow, predatory smile touched the corners of Julian’s mouth—not the cruel smirk he wore for his enemies, but something deeper, sharper, and entirely devoted. Without another word, he captured her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss that tasted of danger, smoke, and an unyielding promise of war. The battle for the Bloodmoon pack had only just begun, but as they broke apart and strode side by side toward the waiting transport vehicles, one thing was absolute: anyone standing in their path would turn to ash.

The pop was small. But it was the kind of sound ancient families had learned never to ignore—a single crack, sharp and pure, slicing through violins and laughter and centuries of etiquette. Althea’s champagne glass shattered in her hand. Shards flashed like tiny stars across the polished marble floor. A sliver of crystal bit deep into her palm, blood blooming instantly - bright, indecent red against flawless event lighting. The room fell silent. Magic slammed up her spine, vicious and uncoiled, a pressure wave that made the world tilt. Pain seared behind her eyes. The scent of burnt sugar - her tell - coated the air like something molten.

“Then perhaps I will remind you what it means to bleed.” A spinning kick sent Ash back into a column, shattering stone and iron. Bianca advanced, daggers aimed, but Ash recovered with unnerving speed, slashing her blade upward. Sparks flew. The corridor seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their battle, every wall and shadow complicit in their war.

However, the sports car engulfed in flames was one of only three in the entire world. One of them was a wedding anniversary gift that Logan had given to me. Logan’s finger hovered midair. He tapped on the news. His gaze locked onto the screen when the photo of the crash site loaded. A charred arm dangled from the stretcher, so badly burned that it was unrecognizable. Nearly everything had been reduced to ashes. The only thing that survived the flames was the distinctive platinum band on the ring finger. With his eyes widening, Logan jolted up from the sofa.

Not even a bit. The witch handed it to her and because she had no choice, she took it. She took the sip with her eyes closed. There it was again, the disgusting taste of tree bark and dragon fruit with drops of different potions. She couldn’t describe how it tasted… only that it tasted bad. “Thank you.” – she placed the half-full glass on the side and continued watching the training men below. Asher and Damon were on a duel now. They were given knives by the others who are now surrounding them on a circle. Harper’s eyes dilated upon seeing them. She felt worried of what might happen. She rushed towards the circle.

I ignore my urge to roll my eyes and stay vigilant, listening for anything in the distance. “Ready, ready!” Alpha Asher, or Ash, as he prefers to be called, gets a large spray gun ready. We learned that he has a background in chemical engineering, hence how he was able to develop non-alcoholic liquor. He and his brother were able to develop an anti-magic spray. Killing witches isn’t too difficult; getting past their magic and spells is the tricky part. This solution is a great equalizer. After a few hours of research and tinkering in his lab, Ash and Archie developed a solution made of mistletoe, rowan berries, and some other things I can’t remember. This solution will basically cancel out a

I rush to stir the elixir, desperate to prevent the chemicals from reacting badly again. In my haste, a drop of blood slips from the wound on my hand, spilling into the boiling liquid. Frustrated, I remove the beaker from the flame, ready to give up. But then, much to my surprise, the black bubbles dissipate, and the mixture settles, revealing a golden honey-colored elixir. I gasp in delight as the scent of sweet spices fills the air.

"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.