Poppy From Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

Cold, black blood sprayed out, but I was already finished firing my gun which is in my left hand, to another monster before the first corpse fell. The field was thick with beasts, the air alive and hellish with their screams. A shadow darted behind me. I turned just in time to parry the slash of a cleaver. I barely registered my opponent-male, shirtless, whiter than snow and drenched in blood-before counterattacking. I nocked my gun on his head then pull the trigger. The monster fell to the ground with a wet smack. "In coming!" I yelled, but even though I screamed at the top of my lungs, I knew the others hadn't heard.

“How dare you? The options and opportunities that I give you, I give no other member or slave in this pack but you and yet you reject me, yet when I make a strict order for you to obey you disobey me. No one has ever disobeyed the rule. No one has ever come into the room. Ever!” She quickly knelt down on the floor. “Please forgive me.” She said. “I didn’t mean to dis obey you please.” “You came here so what did you see? What did you achieve tell me?!“ he demanded. “I didn’t see anything.” She explained. He started to ransack and destroy the place . “You will fucking tell me what you came to see! What amuses you!” He said. Ashley began to shake so much in fear she felt she was going to faint

“It’s what makes you perfect, Lola. Your heart is pure, and your will is indestructible.” Even now I couldn’t tell if Asher remembered the way he begged for me to take more—to sink my teeth into his neck and feel the explosion of salty sweat mixed with the dark allure of his blood, but I knew it was something I’d never forget. Not once was I asked to draw his blood, to coax it from his veins with my teeth so I swallowed the urge when it popped up, but now—now I knew he’d been waiting for me to make the first move.

My other hand snaps up toward my assaulters throat as best as I can manage being pinned on my stomach. Another shot blocked so smoothly that I know this is not a battle I can win. The assaulter pins both my wrists above my head in one smooth motion, forcing them into the dirt as their weight settles over me like I'm nothing. I go still. Not because I'm done fighting, but because I'm thinking of my next move. Their grip tightens slightly almost as if they know my next thoughts. I tilt my head, meeting his eyes. Dark green swirling with flecks of gold. His eyes are breathtakingly beautiful. If he didn't have me pinned in the dirt with his cold gaze icing my entire body, I would have been enamo

“That’s why he felt… layered. Like too many things trying to exist in one body.” The Queen inclines her head. “Blood magic binds power to memory. Pain. Loss.” Her voice drops. “If he has been feeding on the fallen for years…” “Then he’s a walking grave,” Ashton mutters. “Yes,” she agrees. “And graves are difficult to empty.” Silence settles—but it isn’t hopeless. Not yet. “So,” I say, breaking it, “how do we crack him open?” The Queen’s lips curve—not kind, but pleased. “Now that is the right question.”

I opened my eyes in surprise and looked at Nina’s face, her eyes red from crying. "Why are you crying? Is this not what you wanted to see?" In an instant, Nina cried even harder. Rowan flew into a rage and rushed forward, reaching out as if to grab me. "Ash, are you even a man? How dare you bully Nina like this!" Nina shoved him away, her voice trembling through tears. "I don't need you to interfere. Don't touch him. He's seriously injured."

Sienna's POV A steel-toed boot slammed into my ribs, and I curled on the ground, coughing up blood. "Get up, little she-wolf." Chief Elder Marcus looked down at me, a vicious smile on his face. Behind him stood a dozen armed men—Brynn's mercenaries. "The game is over." I pushed myself up, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth onto the grass. The forest around us was burning. Jake and the other rangers were already down, lying motionless nearby.

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

The woman looked offended, “I live here, so it’s mine.” “Malcom Murray brought me here.” Poppy sighed, “I’m trying to get home.” “You American?” The woman squinted at Poppy as if sizing her up. “Yes?” Poppy had no idea what this was about now. “So you’re that Poppy.” She nodded to herself for a moment. “Well, I guess that makes my job a little easier.” Poppy had no idea what the lady was talking about until she whipped out a small, hollow stick and brought it to her lips. By the time Poppy realized it was a blow dart, she felt a small prick as a dart sank into her shoulder.

Ashlyn and Derek exchanged a confused look, neither fully understanding what had the girls in such a fit. "You ask," Sage giggled, her hands shoving Poppy towards Derek. The frown that Poppy threw at Sage made Ashlyn chuckle. Reluctantly, Poppy took another step towards Derek and accepted her charge. "Uncle Derek, are you the prince that saves Ashlyn?" Poppy asked, her eyes wide and inquisitive as she looked up at him. Ashlyn felt a pang in her heart as she watched the display. A small, warm hand clutched Ashlyn's, and Sage pulled her closer towards where Derek and Poppy stood.