Poppy Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

Toward. Toward Ash. Toward Cove. Toward the kid about to explode. “Mother!” Wrath shouts. “Don’t!” I hit the vines. They don’t grab me. They part. First Blood knows First Blood. Ash is on her knees. Burning. Cove is on his. Smoking. Vines connecting them. Feeding. Killing both. I drop between them. Bone knife’s in my hand. Again. Always. “Stop,” I tell them. To Cove. To Ash. To the Tree. “Both of you. Stop.”

“David is my whole heart. He’s kind and safe, and he deserves that day to be pure.” Asher’s expression softened for a second with what seemed like genuine affection, not just lust. “I know you love him, baby. That’s what makes you so goddamn irresistible. You’re this sweet, devoted wife. Look at you... Poppy, the fact that you are married to my friend is the exact reason why I love using you. A perfect, loving wife who goes home and cooks him dinner with my hand prints on her ass. Kisses him with the same mouth that just swallowed my load. Fuck, Poppy, you’re incredible.”

Asha let out a weak, “please.” Young’s eyes snapped back to her body with Blood’s bloodlust coating his eyes in a very particular type of glazed over look. It hadn’t exactly been that swirl they held before, more of a film. It was a lot less scary to Asha this time and did far more to heighten her libido. “That’s right, beg.” The coarseness of Blood’s voice oozed from Young’s lips. It was proving more and more difficult for Young to be able to hold him back but he refused to stop now. It’d taken too long and too much sacrifice for him to.

When the cup was empty, Ash held another cup to my lips, after the third cup I felt full but not satisfied. After a moment my surroundings came alive. I could hear Ash’s fast heartbeat and ragged breathing clearer. I turned to face him. His eyes were shut. “What was that?” My voice sounded labored. “Blood.” His voice reflected mine. I pulled out of his hold and stepped away from him. I shifted my gaze between the empty cups and Ash’s face, shocked. “What did you say?” “You said you couldn’t chew so I had him bring you blood. Don’t worry, it’s not human.” He opened his eyes and looked at me. There was discrete silver in them. “Your color is back and you look better.”

I hated that he noticed. He chuckled low. “Good. ’Cause there’s blood coming, brother. You either pick up your cut or get cut out.” I turned to him then, eyes cold. “You ever think maybe blood isn’t the answer?” He leaned in close, voice a whisper meant to sting. “This is the club, Ash. Blood’s always the answer here.” Before I could reply, Griff’s office door slammed open and he stepped out with fire in his eyes and a paper clutched in his hand.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

she asked. “How did you think I first found you?” Cassian asked. Julianne remembered and she said, “You came to meet me in the restroom. I took you to be a pervert.” “Wow,” Cassian placed a hand on his chest. “So that was your first impression about me.” “Why else would you be there?” “It was your blood that brought me to you in the first place, Ash. Your blood was calling out to me.” Julianne thought about it more reasonably for the first time. “How could my blood…” she paused and took a few rides down memory lane. That day, she remembered bleeding through a cut and then running into Cassian who seem more interested in something other than her.

They ran But just as they reached the edge of the helipad A shot rang out. POP. Then another. POP. Noa froze. Rook’s body jerked. Once. Then twice. Then He fell. Blood poured from his chest. And standing across the rooftop Gun still raised It was Ash. Smiling. To be continued.

Asher had dozed off on the couch, cheek resting against a folded throw pillow, still clutching the little carrot he refused to part with. My blood was inside him now. Running through his veins. And gods help me, the boy looked…better. Stronger. Like he was finally standing on the right side of a war I didn’t even know he was fighting. But that shouldn’t be possible. Not from a single blood donation. Not from me. “You sure you’re not a fertility god?” Freya muttered from beside me, scribbling something into a small tablet she’d pulled from her pouch. I side-eyed her. “What?”

He couldn't crush the boy's tiny throat. It was at this time that Layla wriggled her body out of Riven's tight hold and placed her bloodstained hand on Asher's stomach, smearing his skin with her blood. Asher screamed at the top of his lungs as her blood burned his entire body. The blood magic that had possessed him suddenly released him and his voice turned to a little child's voice again as he wailed for his mother. His screams turned shrill as Layla's blood eradicated the blood magic from his body.