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Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

he blew out. Asher stretched his nail on her forehead and sliced it, blood trickled down her face. Asher slid his tongue on it and licked her raw blood. The lady let out a mousy cry as she lost her energy to protest and yell loudly, he dug his teeth in his neck and sucked out her soul and reserved their bodies for his master play.

He simply sipped his coffee, his eyes fixed on the open book Ashara had abandoned—The Legacy of the Blood Born—and the journal still lying in her lap. On the other side of the call, Zev’s voice was calm but warm, laced with the effortless charm that always seemed to come naturally to him. “Hey, Ashara. I hope I’m not interrupting something important.” Ashara giggled and leaned back in the oversized chair, curling her legs beneath her. “Not at all! Just… reading some crazy vampire fiction my dad apparently collects.” Zev chuckled. “Let me guess, the ones that talk about wolves and treaties and blood feuds?”

The ultraviolet radiation burned her skin, the scent of singed hair and ozone filling her nostrils, but she didn't let go. "Look at me, Ash!" she screamed into the violet glass of his eyes. "I know you're in there! I know you can hear the Tree screaming! You gave your soul to save me—don't let him use your body to kill everyone else!" The Shadow-Ash paused. For a fraction of a second, the violet veins on his face pulsed with a rhythmic, grey light—the color of Ash’s true spirit. A shudder went through the obsidian armor, and the talons buried in the Tree's bark flexed, nearly pulling away.

Moments where I hated them. Moments where I almost stopped — because the pain of their choices felt too real. But every time I came back, it was because I realized what this story truly meant: that love, in its truest form, doesn’t save you — it changes you. It demands that you face every shadow and still choose light. Kingdom of Ash and Blood is, at its heart, about that choice. About finding beauty in imperfection. About forgiveness — not just of others, but of yourself.

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.

⸻ I gasped as my soul slammed back into my body. My chest arched off the stone. Ashen flew back from me like she’d been hit by lightning. The poison inside me—gone. Burned out. My wolf howled through my veins, furious and feral. Ashen hit the ground hard, rolling to her feet. Her eyes wide with rage—and for the first time, fear. “You’re supposed to be dead!” she screamed. I stood. The blood on my dress evaporated in steam. My wounds sealed with crackling light.

He knew without doubt that the blood was his, and his heart trembled. What had he done wrong? Ace looked happy a moment ago. Or was he just too unlikable? Tears rolled down the corner of Brewster's eyes as his hands weakened around Ace. He no longer had the energy to push. Anyway, he was selling his body here. He was here for a reason and couldn't afford to run away... He needed the money Ace had to offer. He closed his eyes and accepted every Ace's action from his rough touch to his fierce kisses. His body ached, and so were his lips, but all these, he calmly accepted. Until his lower body was penetrated.

I answered, holding her until the silver mark on her wrist flared again. Ashina’s voice cut through the courtyard before my sister could answer. “If you want the first book, Daciana, then follow me before Father takes the child and closes every door.” Every wolf went still. Adolphus’s blood smoke recoiled slightly, and that told me more than any promise Ashina could have made. The first Blood Feather book mattered. Maybe it mattered enough to make fear honest. (Ashina POV) I ran through Blackfang’s lower passage with Daciana behind me, and every step felt like walking deeper into the mouth of my own grave.

“The blood of a Primordial freely given is the only key. But if the giver is at war with themselves, the lock will crush them.” I stared at him, breathing hard. The blood still dripped from my eyes. This was the price. The Crown of Ashes. It wasn’t just a symbol—it was a living thing, forged from blood and sacrifice, and it had been waiting for me to pay the debt it demanded. --- Kael’s hand was hot on my face. He cupped my cheeks, tilting my head until I looked at him. His eyes were dark with fear, but his hands were steady.