Born of Blood and Ash (Flesh and Fire #4) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 362
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
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I rose, not as the true Primal of Life but as a Primal of devastating ruin and wrath.

That combustible mix poured into every fiber of my being. I turned to see Kyn and the Primal God of Wisdom, Loyalty, and Duty flanking him. An aura of silver and gold pulsed as a shockwave of ruinous wrath erupted from me. The ground began to tremble. Fissures appeared in the battlements. Dust clouds rose from streets and homes, and roofs peeled back, shattering in the wind, and walls collapsed. Flashes of vibrant orange, yellow, and brilliant, flickering red flames funneled into the sky above the capital. The earth beneath my feet cracked as I took a step forward.

“And you will soon learn that for yourself,” Kyn promised, wrenching the bone spear from the ground.

The land stopped trembling. The wind ceased. Blood rain no longer fell. The very air itself contracted. I saw the flash of unease loosening the corners of Kyn’s mouth, erasing his fucking smirk, and Embris’s eyes widened. All the violent, devastating energy came roaring back to its creator. Me.

My head jerked back as the pressure built and built, joining my will.

“Shit,” Kyn growled, launching the spear.

Eather streaked from my hands, slamming into the ground and then lifting. The energy rammed into the spear, shattering the bone.

“Fuck,” Embris rasped, moving fast. His hands were a blur.

Hot, stinging pain erupted in my shoulders, causing me to stagger back. I looked down to see two hilts vibrating from where the daggers were now embedded.

Reaching up, I pulled the first dagger free, wincing as pain radiated down both arms. I tore the second one out. The midnight blades were slick with shimmery, blueish-red blood. I lifted my head, breathed in the pain, and let it become part of me.

I laughed.

And the wall around Wayfair turned to dust.

Stepping forward, I threw the shadowstone daggers. Kyn cursed and spun. Embris lurched to the side. One grazed Kyn’s arm. The other struck Embris in the chest.

Too bad.

I’d been aiming for the head.

“Fates,” seethed Embris, yanking the dagger free.

“Well, now I think you just pissed her off,” Kyn spat, his head jerking to the right as he shouted a command.

Cimmerian peeled away from the walls and raced from the now tomb-like halls of Wayfair. More ran past where the wall had once stood. Hundreds of them. They rushed toward their end as the two Primals stood back.

Cowards.

They were fucking cowards.

Blood dripped from my arms when I thrust them forward. Bands of eather rippled out and split as I pictured the essence forming tendrils. They snaked across the ground, glancing over bodies before rising like vipers, striking their targets to my left and right.

Screams once more tore through the air when the streams of eather funneled through the Cimmerian’s chests and heads. The cloak of night fell away from each of them, and I raised my arms, lifting them into the sky. The warriors squirmed, shouting as strips of their flesh burned off.

Kyn’s glare met mine.

I smiled and closed my fists.

The screaming ceased when I crushed their throats. The sound of cracking bones radiated over the capital like thunder.

I stalked forward, bursts of eather appearing over the courtyard like dazzling, silvery fireworks. Blood dripped from my fingers, splashing off the soil. My chest throbbed with echoes of death. I didn’t falter as what remained of the Cimmerian fell to the ground in clumps and pieces.

Ancient instinct fueled me, and a great howling wind picked up. I pulled the essence from the very air itself, as well as the deepest parts of the ocean. All across the land, dots of silvery essence appeared. The realm contracted.

Kyn started backing up, lifting his hand to blow me a kiss. “Later.”

Shooting forward, I willed the eather toward him. Primal mist poured out of Kyn. The realm split open, and streaks of eather whipped out, slicing through the thick mist.

The essence slammed into nothing as Kyn shadowstepped back to Iliseeum.

I turned to Embris.

A thin, silvery line tore open behind the Primal, and he shadowstepped. He was fast, but my rage was unending—madness pouring from a bottomless well deep inside me.

I rushed forward, grabbing Embris’s arm just as Lasania fell away. Violent power tore through the empty air with a scream, collapsing the mist swirling around Embris’s legs.

I fell from the sky into a field of corn, landing on my knees. I didn’t feel the pain as I rose, though. Looking around, I saw the green, rolling hills of the kingdom of Terra.

Ahead, stalks of corn shuddered, and Embris staggered to his feet. He whipped around to face me. I prowled forward, and the energy ramped up, building as stalks of corn bent sideways.

Embris shouted, and the air opened behind him once more, this time revealing the stunning violet clouds surrounding the lush green hills of Lotho. Staggering, high-pitched draken calls could be heard.


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