The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash #6) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Blood And Ash Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 401
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
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I didn’t waste a second.

Scrambling to my feet, I started to turn—

A hand wrapped around my braid, jerking my head back. I stumbled. Fiery pain swept over my scalp as he spun me to the side and forced my neck back farther until sharp, stabbing pain shot down the sides.

“Rha lali mi,” the stranger’s voice boomed.

Let her go.

At least, I thought that’s what he said. But maybe I was wrong. Because the Ancient’s grip on my braid only tightened.

The air suddenly charged, and a crackling bolt of eather arced high. The Ancient twisted at the waist, throwing out his other hand. The churning mass of energy evaporated in a shower of sparks as the fragile bones in my neck ground together.

He was going to snap my neck!

The fear still trickling through my veins flared, reaching deep inside, but before it could sink its vicious claws into me again, rage rose in its place. And it was cold. Colder than the terror. I latched onto it, letting the fury wrap around me.

The taste of ash gathered in my mouth as I grabbed the Ancient’s arm. “I haven’t gone through everything I have only to have my neck broken.” Twisting against the vise-like hold to face him, I welcomed the agony radiating down my spine and let it join the rising fury and swelling eather. Shadows laced with gold and silver appeared under my skin. “By some naked, winged, and faceless motherfucker covered in dirt.”

The Ancient’s head snapped in my direction.

“Yeah,” I snarled. “I’m talking about you.”

Energy flooded the air, shaking the ground beneath my feet and pushing the clouds of dust and debris back as I slowly straightened, forcing the Ancient’s arm to bend. The scent of stale lilacs reached me as icy power filled my veins. My eyes met his as shadows poured from me, spilling across the ground and rising. The eather ramping up felt different than it had before. Harsher. More chaotic.

Final.

The essence rose at my sides, the streaks of silver growing vibrant as dark bands of crimson appeared.

Harnessing the essence of death, I twisted his arm sharply, smiling at the sound of the bone cracking. The being screamed, and my smile widened.

Thrusting my hand against his chest, I released all that raw energy and sent him flying—

His bone wings spread wide, halting his fall as the red and black streaks of eather swirled over his form. His arms flew out to the sides as the essence seeped into his skin, lighting up his veins as it began tearing his body apart—

Wait.

The smile slowly faded from my face as I quickly realized that wasn’t what was happening.

The Ancient was…absorbing the essence and taking it into himself, making it his. And it changed him.

Hair sprouted from his skull—a pale blond that bordered on white—growing until it tumbled down the center of his back. Tissue grew over the bones of his wings, thickening and filling out the appendages. From the membrane, dots of black appeared all over the wings, pushing through and unfurling, one after another, until the entire length was covered in glossy midnight…

I blinked and then squinted. “What in the…?”

I was looking at…

Feathers.

Actual feathers, as black as a raven.

As the last of the essence flickered out, I saw features forming. A straight nose. Sharp cheekbones, thin lips—

The ground rumbled with a deep, resonant growl as the land began to break away all around us. It was deafening—the shrieking steel and cascading stone as large sections of the ground lifted. Pockets of smoke and white, ashy clouds rose across the horizon.

A spray of mud and rocks flew up from the sunken riverbed as a bony hand punched through the surface.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned as it tore itself free, its chest heaving as it stood and walked toward the shore.

The feathered one roared, shaking my bones.

“Time for us to go.” The stranger was at my side again, his hand wrapped firmly around mine. I barely felt the shock of energy as a silvery tear opened in the air.

The being’s wings swept back with such force they sent a gust of wind rushing over the ruined land. He flew toward the one below him as fast as a draken—faster. They crashed into each other, the impact sending out a shockwave that rolled in every direction and erupted the ground below them. Chunks of earth and large rocks hurled toward us as a harsh, acrid scent blew back, bringing a searing heat.

Something slammed into me—a rock, a piece of a structure? I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it hurt. It knocked the air out of me and snapped my head back. I heard a grunt as I was pulled toward the opening, my body suddenly feeling like it could no longer function.

Darkness closed in at the corners of my eyes as the ground beneath us collapsed, giving way to flames.


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