Spicy Books Like From Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

Asher’s POV I hate books…really. The scent of old paper and dust usually made me want to crawl out of my skin, but tonight, the library felt like the center of the damn universe. I stared at the open textbook on the floor, the words blurring into a mess of black ink that looked more like oil spills than actual sentences. History. European History. Apparently, I needed to know the exact date some royal idiot signed a treaty if I wanted to walk across that stage and keep the state investigators off Lila’s back.

"A writer, how inspiring! What do you write?" "Books." I deadpanned from behind mom, earning an annoyed cluck of her tongue. Blondie smiled awkwardly. "Ah, yes, I see. A- anything you'd recommend?" "Actually, yes. I think my latest work, From Beyond The Grave, would be the perfect read for you. Tons of bloodshed and cannibalism, there's even a chapter where the protagonist has to disembowel her own friend to-" "Uh, could we trouble you for some waters, dear?" Mom cut in, her voice on the edge between friendly and collected and right about to lose her shit.

I spent years looking for him, in the only way I knew how. I would travel the streets at night. I walked every street in the city looking for him. I soon knew the city better than everyone. I became friends with what people would consider as 'the outcasts' or homeless people. They were always really nice to me, and would tell me stories about the dark side of the city. They would tell me tales of the Dragons and the Scorpions. That's all they were at the time. Just tales. Stories that people made up. However, as I got older, I realized that every story has it's origin. Meaning that while I had thought the Dragons and Scorpions were made up, they were actually rival gangs in our city.

Warning this chapter has some very dark and violent scenes. You can skip this chapter without taking away from the main story line. Phillip’s POV I decided to show my little visitor the rest of my house, I needed to show her my favourite room. I had spent the night fucking all her holes. By the time I was finished she was covered in my semen, and she begged me for a shower. Bless her, as if I would do anything that she wanted. Instead, I left her in the room alone and retired to my room to have a decent night sleep. Now I was revitalised and ready to have some more fun. As soon as I opened the bedroom door she curled up in a ball. I laughed as I walked over and grabbed her by her hair and dr

"The Bloodbound will rise again." The dagger's light flared once, as if answering him. And far above the ruins, in the night sky, a murder of crows took flight - screaming into the dark.

It tasted of salt and survival, a desperate sanctuary found in the middle of a war zone. Elara reached up, her fingers tangling in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled him closer, her body molding against the hard, shifting planes of his chest. Through the link, their heartbeats merged into a single, thundering rhythm—a perfect synchronization of blood and tech. She could feel his strength, the raw power of the pack leader, and he could feel her brilliance, the cold clarity of the hunter’s mind now set ablaze by something far more dangerous than fire.

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.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

Asher- Joshua drove us to Georgie's and when we arrived, the place was already swarming with vampires and their feedbags. Most of the vampires who could afford a human slave had a warm body clinging onto their arms. We exited the car, and as soon as we began approaching the doors, the smell hit me, and the nausea shot a ball of bile up my throat. The stuffy odor of death, cold, mud and rotting leaves entered my nostrils, and made my stomach unsteady with queasiness.

“We’re going to get our son back,’ Ash promised quietly. “Trust me.” “Always.” ************************* The cold dungeon in hell reminded him of Dante’s Inferno. Bright had never liked when he read those kind of books. He called them “guilt-inducing” and then would offer Ray a half dozen alternatives. He had had a lot of time to read though, and Dante’s trilogy had been some of the books which stuck in his mind. “It’s good that you came so willingly.” Monika voice dripped with condescension. “I’ll give you a treat for doing so well.”