To Ashes And Blood Novels & Stories

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them. ―Suzanne G. Rogers,?Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden Randolph Belishaw stumbled down the alleyway, falling against a trash bin. His cold body shook. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Blood trailed down his cheeks as he clawed the sides of the metal dumpster and tried to stand. Must get to Jodie. Must warn Mikhail.

You will die at my feet. Unraveling the scroll more a picture is attached. A picture of Ash Covered in blood and bruises chained to the floor. Wearing what little remains of her clothes from being beaten.

**NEUTRAL POV** The courtyard ran red. Bodies shifted in and out of fur—wolves in full transformation, claws flashing, teeth tearing, roars and growls blurring with human screams. The scent of iron and ash choked the air. Above them, the blood moon burned like a watching god. Asher moved like a storm through the wreckage of his home. He took down two of them in a single motion—black-furred wolves lunging from opposite ends. His claws ripped across a flank, his jaws crushed a throat. He didn’t recognize the faces until they shifted mid-collapse. Young. Too young.

Ethan’s P.O.V Blood pooled on the ground, mixing with the ash and dust of the ruins. The night air reeked of burning flesh, agonized screams, and the final gasps of those foolish enough to resist. A pack that once stood proud under Alpha Torrance’s rule. Now reduced to rubble and corpses.

As they placed him in the car, they exchanged solemn glances with Liya and whizz, their unspoken support a testament to the bond they shared. Liya and whizz moved to the car, their steps heavy as they climbed in. The grief in the air was palpable, the reality of the situation sinking in with every passing moment. Whizz's hands gripped the edge of the seat as he took a deep, shuddering breath. Liya rested her head against the window, her tears staining the glass as she stared out into the distance. The car's engine roared to life, the sound a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere within. As the car pulled away from the scene, the soldiers who remained behind exchanged solemn nods, their hea

"Here, even pregnant women were assassinated and the horrifying scene was too much for him to bear." "The air was filled with the stench of blood, making it hard to breathe." "Suddenly, someone gave out an order to set the corpses on fire, and soon, the bodies were ignited as the flames swallowed them." "Then, the unpleasant smell of burning filled his nostrils." "He wanted to do something, but he knew that he couldn't do anything. He could only watch helplessly as the corpses turned into ashes slowly. Just then, a gust of wind blew and it sent the ashes flying as they slowly float towards the sky. It was as if the ashes were vengeful spirits and they were growling and crying in his ear, cau

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

We must plan well so that Samhain does not still leave us the same,“ the other wheezed in a hushed tone" "Those lycans will have us to answer to, soon...really soon” And with a cracking sound, they both disappeared into thin air.

"We fight together. To the very end." Julian didn't wait another second. He closed the remaining distance between them, pulling her flush against his frame and capturing her lips in a deep, demanding, and utterly consuming kiss. It wasn't just a celebration of victory; it was a permanent, unbreakable sealing of their fates—two apex souls forged in fire, standing atop the ruins of an empire they had burned to the ground together. Outside, the first true rays of the morning sun finally broke through the heavy storm clouds over the capital, casting a brilliant, golden light across the horizon—illuminating a new dawn for the Bloodmoon pack, and the unstoppable rulers who had claimed it.

The Weight of Ashes The world smelled of blood and rain. The storm had come hours after the battle, as if the heavens themselves could no longer bear the stench of death. Now the rain fell softly, washing over the broken fields of Crescent Ridge, streaking the ash-stained earth in gray rivulets.