What Does Black Ash Mean In A Joint นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sal gets down on one knee and touches something on the ground and yells back to us, “We have black ash, just as you said Alpha Hunter.” “Black ash?” I ask, as Alpha Hunter and I move to the porch. “Witches use it to contain power or siphon from magical beings and to ward off unwanted guest.” Sal explains to me and then adds, “But the ward here has been removed and I am guessing this was done by your mate.”

How did I forget about that! ‘I knew something was off!’ Nia whined. ‘I knew it made no sense that we felt that way. Yet neither of us was able to control it. Why does this feel like we’ve been set up?’ True. It does feel that way. But who? Why? And what did Asher mean by breaking the bond? He didn't cut me off right? Breaking the bond means that while I am still mated to Asher, I have no emotional connection to him whatsoever. I could cheat, or vice versa and neither of us would know. We’d only be mates in a sense, but not experience the full effect of it.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

I was covered in ash. On every inch of my skin, there was ash. I couldn't see it because of the obvious…but I did feel it move, these particles..they move at random like they had control of their own, which actually, they did. The feeling wasn't bad because I was familiar with the source of it this time; I knew who it belonged to, and I knew its purpose. It brought me relief I was relieved that a stronger power could liberate me from this unknown force. But then again, I wasn't sure if actually, Emmett could pull me out of this stronghold.

His eyes snapped to Jake, a flicker of panic flashing across his face before he quickly masked it with a scowl. “Don’t joke about things you don’t understand,” Asher said, his voice low, edged with warning. Jake blinked, then raised his hands. “Relax, I was kidding. Just saying. You two are inseparable, that’s all.” But I wasn’t listening to him anymore. My mind reeled, fragments of my late-night research tearing through me like claws. Mates. The word wasn’t just casual banter. It was a bond, a curse. A wire that explained the crushing emptiness I felt in Asher’s absence, the hunger I couldn’t feed, the sleep I couldn’t take.

His shaft, hard and hot and silky soft against mine. “Goddamnit.” I opened my eyes, digging my teeth into my lower lip as I tried to banish all thoughts of Ash from my mind.

Ashley There was a way to save him. She could call him back, tether his existence to her own, at a cost. “The physical may die, but out spirits extend beyond our physical bodies. I can still feel his wolf, struggling underneath it all. He's calling out to me, and it hurts to see him so broken, but I know I can solve this…” “How?” “I already told you. I'll bind us together with an eternal vow, Ashley. It's like a mating bond, but while a mating bond brings the physical together, this vow brings our spirits into one existence. We would be one.”

“Like what’s left when everything else is gone.” Grey shifted beside her. “Why didn’t you kill her tonight?” Ash looked at Mira, and for the first time… something flickered across his face. Not hatred. Regret. “Because I saw her shift. And something inside me cracked. I wasn’t made to feel. But I felt that.” “You felt the bond,” Mira said slowly. “I don’t want it,” Ash said. “But it’s there.” Liam’s jaw clenched. “We should kill him now.”

I taste it in the back of my throat, iron, regret, old rage. Ashbane grows here. Rare, sacred, toxic to most, and healing to a few. Its silvery stalks only sprout near the ruins of broken oaths. And the Black Hills? They are littered with them. I travel light. My senses stretched wide, my heart tethered to the bond pulsing faintly from across the country. Zenith. She does not say anything, but I feel her anxiety rise the moment I set foot in the forest. My fingers tighten around the dagger at my side. Her fear is not misplaced. Because I feel them. Phantoms.

“Mercy does not mean weakness. If you choose loyalty, you will prove it in blood and bond.” At my signal, a warrior brought forth a ceremonial blade, its edge gleaming under the torches. The ritual was ancient, older than either pack, the Joining of Blood. One by one, those willing stepped forward. I cut their palms lightly, joining their blood with mine upon the stone altar. The magic of the pact rippled in the air binding, heavy, unbreakable. As each oath was spoken, I felt the threads of power tighten, weaving them into Black Ash.