How To Get Bloody Slash Ash Of War นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zerdan advised my dad to use Mountain Ash berries and Wolfsbane-infused silver bullets or ammunitions. *That simple?* He sounds bored. And it annoys the heck out of me. *No. You have to shoot them in the head area. Shooting them in any other parts of the body will only weaken them, not kill them.* *Kinda know that, duh. We only have white ash and green ash trees here. Where do we get Mountain Ash? I’d have my guys research about it but clearly, you already know where.*

I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook. She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table? “Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.

Emerald cried hysterically as he pushed her towards Bertha. Bertha nodded with glossy eyes, giving permission to kill her. "Do it!" Emerald hugged her mother, and Bertha was going to hug her back, but she got stabbed and her breath got stuck in her chest. Emerald dropped the knife filled with blood and dropped to her knees to the ground as her legs couldn't hold her up. She felt numb, not even a single tear came out, it was like this was the first stroke to her sanity. The first jerk to everything she was protecting.

Chapter 9 Ash's point of view. "I need blood", she whispers before she collapses in my arms. "Anna," I shout as I desperately try to wake her up. Fuck, this is not good. I don't have time to hunt for a blood source; there's only one thing I can do to keep her alive. With my heart in my mouth, I race into the kitchen, taking a knife from the drawer before running back into the bedroom and bringing the blade down as I slash across my palm.

“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.

Flame licks the treeline on the far ridge, smoke pouring black into the white sky. I lift my head, blood dripping from my jaws, and turn toward the sound. Holt snarls beneath me, writhing to break free, but my weight holds him pinned down. The scent of ash and resin pollutes the air. Ashgrave seems to be openly declaring their allegiance to Redmaw. They’ve gotten their hands on explosives somehow and they’re doing what they can to turn the tide of this fight. Through the smoke, they pour, Derren at the front.

Blood coated my hands, hot and sticky. It whimpered. Then fell still. Another turned toward me. My arms ached. My side screamed. But I raised my dagger anyway. I was going to die here. I knew it. Then I heard it… A howl. Low. Commanding. Not rogue. Pack. In the distance. Backup. The rogue paused. So did the others. Asher surged upward with a roar, covered in blood, and slashed clean through the last wolf standing over him. Its body fell in two.

They poured from the main tunnel, a dozen or more, their movements a jerky, unnatural parody of a wolf’s grace. “For Ashborne!” David bellowed, and met the first charge with his axe, cleaving a beast in two with a single, brutal swing. “For Blackridge!” Kaiden’s roar was answered and challenged, his sword a silver arc that severed a leaping wolf’s head from its shoulders. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of violence. The air thickened with the coppery stench of blood and the ozone-tang of magic. I became a creature of instinct and motion, my twin blades extensions of my will. Parry, thrust, dodge.