Soul Of Ash And Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Ash neither cares for nor needs anyone's blood. I've already told you that he comes from one of the strongest bloodlines, or perhaps the strongest of all vampire bloodlines. If he wants to sink his teeth into you, then certainly your blood is not the reason... or at least not the only one." I needed more air, an air conditioner, or a bucket of ice! Ineptly trying not to sound hysteric, I cleared my throat, stifling a squeak that almost found its way out of me. I took a deep breath and finally found my wandering brain before it melted into nothing. "Ash said that I might be in danger because of my scent, and the scent of my blood," I told her.

With his right he drew the bone dagger from her belt. The pack stilled. He pressed the blade to his palm. A single bead of blood welled, dark against his skin. He offered his hand to her. Ashley took it. She turned his palm upward, then drew the blade across her own, a swift shallow line. Their blood mingled as she pressed her palm to his. The bond flared white hot, flooding her with images: snow and fire, running paws, howling at stars, pups tumbling in spring grass, an endless line of wolves stretching back through centuries.

Her face started turning purple as she started to choke on the bed spread in her mouth. Damon finally stopped biting her neck and instead focused on choking her with the bedspread. It didn't take long for Anastasia to start gagging as she started feeling her soul leaving her body. Meanwhile Mr and Mrs Williams were behind the door , wondering if they should open the door because Anastasia seemed to have been shouting from pain. "Adam I think we should open the door something doesn't seem right , Anastasia was screaming but she became quite all of a sudden, please let's open the door to make sure she is alright "Mrs Williams said and Mr Williams sighed.

I watched the life drain from his eyes, and with a final, satisfying crack, I snapped his neck. "Shadow Guard!" I roared into the forest. "Tear them apart!" The inhibitor had weakened us, but it hadn't erased our strength entirely. Rage and vengeance burned like a wildfire, fueling our return to the fight. My warriors surged forward like beasts unleashed. Gunshots rang out, but no one cared. We were wolves. We were predators. And tonight, the forest would run red with their blood. I snatched a silver dagger from the ground and lunged at the nearest mercenary.

Already fading. When we reached the blood tree, the rogues set her down gently. The bark was dark, almost black, streaked with veins of crimson as if the tree itself bled. It pulsed faintly when I touched it, and a shiver ran through me. “She belongs here,” Asha whispered, her voice trembling. Yes. She did. I thought I would speak easily. Mama Oya had given me so much—her wisdom, her maddening riddles, her steady faith. But when I stepped forward, the words caught in my throat.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.