To Ashes And Blood Novels & Stories

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

Very soothing. "But..." He exhaled. "I don't forgive you..." And there he let the bullets rain. This was it. He was done. It was all over... Her face flashed in his head amid the stench of open bodies and the sight of a splattered skull. He stood in the wreckage, boots soaked in blood that still smelled too fresh, too sharp. The music had stopped. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Asher’s body lay twisted where it had fallen, the last shudder of life gone from him. Eros tilted his head, watching, waiting.

It echoed through the air, leaving a cloud of smoke hung in the air, and the smell of gunpowder lingered like a warning of the violence that had just occurred. I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I fell to the floor as I watched the lifeless body of Thomas who was crawling to survive a few minutes away on the floor. ASHER IS A MURDERER. ASHER IS A MONSTER. I was still trying to bear the pain of what just happened before my eyes when Asher turned around, and he started walking towards me. When he was far away from the lifeless body of Thomas in his pool of blood. Asher pressed a red button and the entire car caught fire with Thomas beside it, the red blazing hot flame consuming his already dead

I asked Kade, spinning the hot rod in my hand, ready to carve into his flesh and continue from where Vi had stopped before the engagement ceremony. “I…I swear by the goddess there’s no other way,” he sobbed like his tears would move me. The metal door creaked open and Asher crawled in covered in sweat as his body trembled. Ysara stood behind him, arm folded just watching. “Brother, I need you!” He whizzed as he tried to catch his breath. I could smell the Ashpine in his blood as it ruptured his blood vessels one after the other. A scoff left my lips.

Toward. Toward Ash. Toward Cove. Toward the kid about to explode. “Mother!” Wrath shouts. “Don’t!” I hit the vines. They don’t grab me. They part. First Blood knows First Blood. Ash is on her knees. Burning. Cove is on his. Smoking. Vines connecting them. Feeding. Killing both. I drop between them. Bone knife’s in my hand. Again. Always. “Stop,” I tell them. To Cove. To Ash. To the Tree. “Both of you. Stop.”

The scene is something primal and cruel. There, on the bed, lies Asher. He’s sprawled in an utterly unnatural way, his entrails exposed with a violence so raw, so animalistic, I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. The blood—thick and red—drenches the sheets, pooling around his body as if every drop had been spilled with sadistic precision. His face, once full of confident smiles, is now frozen in a grimace of pain he never had the chance to express. His lifeless eyes seem to stare at me, challenging me to grasp the brutality of what has happened.

Please Lucas " Alpha Ash screams his voice above a whisper with the taste of blood filling his mouth whimpering like an injured kitten. He slams several punches on his face breaking his bones apart giving him no breathing space till he gave up the ghost with his blood soiling the bedsheets. My hands trembled seeing the Alpha lying in a pool of his own blood. Alpha Theodore's hands were soiled with blood and the room which used to be a beauty was turned into a battlefield. Tears flowed down my eyes, my heart racing as Alpha Theodore stepped closer tossing Alpha Ash's body aside like a play thing. His corpse was dishevelled and crumpled on the bare floor, his clothes were ripped into shreds, h

But she feels it. Her fingers tighten around mine. She knows. Of course she knows. She always knows. I take another step. Then another. And the world tilts. Not dramatically. Not violently. Subtly. As if gravity itself has shifted allegiance. My vision blurs at the edges again. Sound distorts. The red lights multiply. Or maybe there are just more of them now. My knee buckles. I catch myself. Barely. The poison has reached too deep. The silver in my bloodstream has found something vital and wrapped itself around it with quiet inevitability.

“Wolves who lose themselves. Who let the shift hollow them out instead of strengthen them. Most die. Some don’t.” “And those are…” She gestured weakly to the destruction. “Abominations,” he said. “Drawn to power. To bloodlines like yours.” Her chest tightened. That familiar pull stirred under her ribs again, faint but present. Like something listening. “So it wasn’t after you,” she said softly. Ash met her eyes. “No.” It had been after her. The silence that followed felt heavier than the fight itself. Ash crouched in front of her, his movements slower now, more careful. There was blood on his knuckles — dark, already drying.

He reached out with a withered, gnarled hand—trying to grasp me, to touch my face one last time. "I'm... so... sorry..." His lips moved, soundless, forming those three words—too late by a lifetime. But his hand fell, limp and lifeless, against the freezing floor. And in that instant, as his eyes closed for good, my spirit dissolved—scattering like starlight into the endless snow. Every debt, every grudge, every wound—all of it faded into dust. If there is a next life, Father, let us never meet again.