Poppy From Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1 THIRD PERSON'S POV The wind howled through the trees like a grieving widow, low and sharp as it swept across the borderlands. Aria Ashborne stood on a jagged outcrop of stone, her cloak snapping around her ankles as she surveyed the distant shimmer of firelight in the valley below. Another rogue camp. Another reminder that the world she once knew had turned its back on her She hadn't been Alpha-blood in years-not since the day they dragged her father into the Council pit and branded him a traitor.

The forest floor was soft beneath his paws, the scents of earth and pine filling his nostrils as he pushed himself faster, harder. Suddenly, Asher’s pace quickened, his head snapping up as he caught an unexpected scent in the air. It was faint at first, just a whisper on the breeze, but it was enough to send a shock of recognition through him. His heart pounded as he inhaled deeply, the scent growing stronger—sweet, enticing, utterly irresistible. Without a second thought, Asher surged forward, his focus narrowed to a single point. Carlisle called out behind him, his voice tinged with confusion and concern, but Asher barely registered it. He knew that scent, knew it with a certainty that sho

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.

“I told you before. I’ll repay everything you’ve done to me and then some. You deserve this.” Blood began to seep from her nose, ears, and eyes. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no sound came out. From the hatred in her eyes, I could guess what she wanted to say. I took a few steps back to avoid getting blood on me. With blood pouring from all seven orifices, Wendy’s body exploded. She burst apart like a firecracker. A spray of blood splashed across my face, making me look even more terrifying, like a demon risen straight from hell.