Soul Of Ash And Blood Novels & Stories

Unfortunately for her, I wasn't the same naive Lydia Cohen anymore. If she wanted to play games, I'd play better. I had been slaughtered at my in-laws' house in my last life, and my father died without an intact body. I was going to make her pay, one thing at a time.

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on her gloved hands. "The results are in." She raised a report. "The hair found under the victim’s fingernails..." My heart nearly stopped. "...is a complete DNA match with Bentley Cooke." The moment I heard that, despair swallowed me whole. If it weren’t for the fact that I had been in Ashford Hollow that night with a solid alibi, the police might have taken me away on the spot. The hallway exploded. "So it really was him!" "Murderer!" "Death penalty!"

“This is ridiculous.” But it isn’t. It’s very real. And it’s going to get worse. Because now— Now I understand what this means. The craving. The pull. The way my body reacts when he’s close. It’s not just attraction. It’s not just the mate bond. It’s this. The soul bind. Demanding completion. Demanding that I act on it. Demanding that I stop resisting. A humorless laugh escapes me as I drag a hand through my damp hair, shaking my head slightly.

But beneath the furs, where the pack couldn't see, his hand was trembling against my skin. He had saved my life, but he had just sold my soul to satisfy his pack. As he led me back into the shadows, I ripped my arm from his grip. "You’re a coward," I whispered, the silver fire in my blood turning to ice. Kael stopped, his back to me. "I’m an Alpha, Asha. And an Alpha doesn't get to have a heart. They only get to have a throne." "Then enjoy your throne," I spat.

"Repeat after me. My blood is your blood." "My blood is your blood," I whispered. "My soul is your soul." "My soul is your soul." "Until the moon falls from the sky and the sun turns to ash." "Until the moon falls from the sky and the sun turns to ash." We pressed our palms together and it feels like the world exploded. It wasn't just heat. It was a flash of light in my mind.