Poison Mist Ash Of War Novels & Stories

Taking the milk, I flashed her the most relaxed smile I had worn in seven years. "Yes. It's all behind me now," I agreed. The plane soared higher and higher, breaking completely through the clouds and flying toward the brilliant sunlight. Meanwhile, on the cold concrete outside Saphira International Airport, Wayne collapsed onto the ground in a heap after the bodyguards released him. Staring at the white contrail left behind by the departing aircraft, he let out a scream filled with immense anguish. He pressed the bloodstained glass shards tightly against his chest. The sharp pain could not ease even a minuscule fraction of the regret consuming his heart.

He raised his hand and touched Asia's cheek gently; then, all of a sudden, he grabbed his chin roughly, adding pressure. All this happened so fast, giving Asia no time to react. Asia finally raised his arms and violently shoved Kamman's hands off his face, causing the powder in between Kamman's nails to spread into the air. Asia unknowingly inhaled as Kamman held his breath. "You..." A wave of drowsiness instantly hit him, and images before his eyes blurred. Just before he completely lost consciousness, he saw Kamman smile, and then he fell into his arms, blacking out.

I told her, “and I can feel my insides burning and I have been coughing up blood. Do you think you know what that is?” “Do you still have the bottle?” She asked in an alarmed tone as she quickly covered the distance between us. She took my hand in hers and gently checked my pulse, my eyes and my tongue, all this with a look of worry in her eyes. I reached for my pocket and pulled out the tiny bottle. I handed it over to her and she grabbed it, yanking the cover off. I watched as she sniffed the glass and her head shot towards me. “It’s mountain ash infused with silver and poison, alpha” her voice came out in a whisper, fear dripping from her mouth, “The silver attacks your wolf, the mountain

He crashes into another soldier and both slam into a crate. I blink. Nyxara’s expression hasn’t changed. But I know. She did that. Without touching him. Without moving. Without even looking directly at him. My wolf watches her carefully. “You keep doing that.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Terrible liar.” “You’ve said that.” Another hunter raises his weapon. His flashlight flickers. Then dies. Then another. Then another. Within seconds the warehouse sinks back into darkness. Only moonlight remains. Nyxara finally looks up at me.

“I never wanted to leave this pack. I…I liked you. I wanted to stay here and be your friend.” There was a war, it seemed, one raging in both my head and body. I didn’t know which side was which, or who had won until it was too late. The walls around me melted, their fresh paint peeling and speckled with blood. A red plastic bucket sat in the corner against the far wall, rancid from human waste. I’d live with that bucket a thousand times over if it meant wiping away the blood and grime that coated my body like a second, third, and fourth skin.

"We had come to find out that the Scorpions had connections to the Shadow Assassin. We were hoping to gain her services to help us find the list, and to get her on our side. We had devised a plan to get the Scorpions to divulge who the Shadow Assassin was. We set a trap for them, by blowing up one of their warehouses. We knew, that they would go running to find out what happened, leaving their defences down. We intended to storm their base, in hopes of securing information on the the Shadow Assassin." "You killed Xavier's mother!" I yell out. Not caring if they choose to hit me or not for my disobedience. I was beyond upset that they could so carelessly kill someone. As if their life was mea

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

“Alpha Asher, what are you doing!” The soldier placed Roman in front of Asher. With just one look, Asher made that boy stop wailing and fighting. “Let me tell you something, Roman,” Asher spoke up coldly, “ The same poison that you used on Evelyn was burning in the car that brought you here. You’ve already inhaled a lethal dose.” Roman let out a short cry of terror. Leah swayed, almost collapsing into Tristan’s arms. Asher held up the small plastic bottle and waved it in front of Roman’s face:

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

he said, the words tasting like ashes in his mouth. The bottle slipped from his hand, rolling across the floor with a dull thud. Xander didn’t even bother to pick it up. Instead, he sat there in the half-dark, the shadows stretching longer around him, wondering if this was all there was left for him an empty room, a hollow heart, and the weight of mistakes he could never undo. “I need to do something” he said standing up