Seraphina Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

She bit her lip. Blood appeared immediately. Carefully, she squeezed her injured hand over the man's largest wound. Several drops of blood fell onto his chest. Then she waited. Nothing happened. A few seconds passed. Seraphina lowered her head. Maybe her mother had been wrong. Maybe— A bright golden light suddenly appeared. Seraphina gasped. The wound began to close. Right before her eyes. The torn flesh slowly healed. The bleeding stopped. The deep claw marks disappeared. It was like watching magic.

Even in the dim light, I can see the torn fabric across his abdomen, soaked dark with blood. My heart drops. “Multiple wounds...” Charles says tightly. Only then do I notice the sticky warmth on my hands. I slowly look down. Blood. David’s blood. My fingers are coated in it. His trembling hand suddenly catches my sleeve. I lean closer. “Shaw...” he breathes. “Look into Shaw.” “What about Shaw?” I ask sharply. But David’s grip slips from my sleeve, and his eyes fall shut.

I had no answer. She let me go. Her gaze shifted to the urn in my arms. "You won't take this when it's offered? Then I am taking it from you. "You will not see your father's ashes again." She reached. The blood in my arms went cold. The control I had been holding cracked. "Please… please don't. It wasn't me. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just don't." I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

Then, Seraphina came next. She was pulled forward roughly. The moment she saw Tara, she broke. “Tara!” she gasped, rushing forward the second they released her. She caught her before she could fall. Held her tight. “They should burn!” someone shouted. “Yes, burn them alive!” “Let them feel it!” “They brought fire, let them die in it!” The voices rose again louder this time. Seraphina held Tara closer, her body tense, her eyes wide, but she said nothing.

“If anybody moves, I will kill them on the spot.” Kuro slammed his feet down on Asher’s chest. Three of his ribs cracked from the force. “Threaten my people again and I will end him.” Seraphina fell silent again, biting on her lower lip. Us finding out how important Asher was to her ritual had not been amongst her plans. It made me want to kill him and get this over with. I lowered to my knees in front of him. Asher’s eyes darted around my face, not in fear but in something closer to admiration.

Scars. Hundreds of them. Ritual scars. Burn marks. Claw wounds that never healed right. Someone carved power into him and then left him to rot in it. Maereth coughs, blood spilling down her chin, but her eyes are still sharp when they find mine. “Listen to me,” she gasps. “It’s him. Ash-blood. He’s been feeding on anchors—” “Still talking,” the hybrid murmurs, tilting his head. Amusement flickers across his ruined face. “That’s why they feared you.”

Ashen shook her head, She coughed ink, Then pressed a piece of her page the one she’d hidden into Liora’s hand. One word on it: Bind. Liora frowned. “Bind to what?” Ashen’s hand rose, trembling, and touched Liora’s forehead, For a second, Liora saw it all: Every fragment of Ashen’s lost story, Every possible ending she might have had, The rage, the hope, the unspoken names. Ashen closed her eyes, And whispered, “Bind me to your blood.” Liora gasped. “No—Ashen—”

Like he said there was nothing in the book about this so I guess we will just find out what happens ourselves. I finish eating and decide to go and check on Seraphina, I walk into the bedroom to surprisingly find she is already awake. She is huddled up as far as she can against the headboard with her wrists tied and connected to that headboard, she is sobbing quietly. She has blood running from both sides of her neck and also one of her breasts, from the claim marks we didn't seal and Leo's last bite into the vamps mark.

Although it wasn’t fine, she endured the loneliness of being neglected in order to survive. "I wish I was never born," she mumbled. Fate was too cruel. She lost the only person who truly loved her at a young age and the family that she wanted never wanted her. Was she born to be just a nuisance to this family? Was she meant to experience pain and sorrow all her life? Her life was too short to end at the age of eighteen, but she thought that it was better. At least, she would no longer suffer. "Prepare to die, Seraphina. This is the punishment for taking my mother's life." Xander lifted his sword and drops of blood splattered when the blade cut through Sera's head.