Ashes to Ashes – Dust to Freaking Dust Read Online Penn Cassidy

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 92822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)

They thought they could exile me and I’d go quietly? Not likely. It’s been five years and I’ve only gotten stronger, and more pissed off. Now the Sanctum wants me back, and I’m half tempted to tell them to suck it.
But I’ve got a score to settle, and fights to pick with the community that turned its back on me when I needed them most. In other words, I came here to kick a$$ and suck blood…and I’m all outta blood.


Blue Graves

“Come in, Blue Jay—where are you? It's been like two fucking hours!” There was a pause and a crackle of interference over the comm in my ear. “Blue Jay, answer me!”

With a groan, I pulled myself up from the dusty ground littered in old, torn-up books, shafts of light filtering in through the abandoned library’s boarded-up windows. “You do realize that Blue Jay just makes my name longer, right? Not a very good code name.”

“Where are you?” Harlow snapped, and I cringed. “It's been three hours. This should have been a one and done. What the hell is taking so long?”

Vaulting up the last set of stairs, taking them five at a time, I wasn’t even breathless. I was irritated, though. The revenants had gotten the drop on me, and I’d been clumsy enough to fall through the rotting floorboards, allowing them to scurry away. “Last time, you said it was two hours, now it's three?” Silence from the other end of the line had me sighing at my sister. “There were…complications.”

“What kind of complications?” Harlow gritted out. I knew she was just being a worrywart, but I didn’t need this right now.

“Can you just let me finish this? I'll be on my way in twenty minutes, and if I’m not, you can send out a search and rescue.” I turned off the comm before she could respond, probably with something snarky. She was going to kill me later, but there were bigger issues right now.

Reaching the top of the staircase, I silently made my way through the long, decrepit hallways and into the dark room at the very end. This time, I was extra careful to dodge the rotten spots on the floor. I shook my head in disgust; I couldn’t believe I’d made such a rookie-ass mistake.

Entering the room, I honed in on the vermin huddled together in the corner of the room as the sun peeked in through the window, its light casting shadows throughout the dusty space. The beams were too close together for the revenants to make it very far without burning their skin off. They were trapped and it gave me the warm tinglies all over.

It was always the same—adrenaline filling my veins as I anticipated the kill. They watched me with their milky-white eyes sunken deep into their rotting skulls. They still looked human-ish, but their hair hung limp around their faces, falling out in thick patches. One of them was completely bald already.

The first time I’d seen a revenant in the flesh, I’d gagged. Their teeth had been filed down to jagged points that were way too long to fit in their still human-sized mouths. Their jaws looked unhinged when they shrieked, backing into the wall frantically, and their limbs were grotesquely elongated to the point that their joints bent the wrong way.

Watching them huddle together against the wall, I was reminded that once upon a time, they were just like me. Whatever this disease was, it changed them from the inside out, morphing their DNA into something monstrous. I couldn’t even tell what species they used to be anymore.

A pang of grief rocked through me, squeezing the muscles around my heart and making it difficult to breathe right. Unwanted visions danced in my memory—two familiar faces, snarling and hissing as black drool seeped from their gaping mouths. In my mind's cruel eye, I pictured them there, hovering over my bed, staring at me through the darkness of my childhood bedroom, salivating with ravenous hunger…

I pulled two silver-tipped stakes from the holsters at my hips, beneath the black duster jacket I always wore on hunts. The stakes were old and battered but they served their purpose when the time came. Leaping toward the revenants, I took great pleasure in the way they hissed and shrieked like banshees, crowding against the wall.

They knew their death was here. One of them, in a panic, stumbled into a slash of rising sunlight, causing its skin to blacken and char instantly. The smell of cooking meat filled the room, and I fought to keep my gag in.

The other one lunged for my throat but missed, just barely. It took almost no effort to plunge my stake into its chest cavity—piercing its heart like slipping through melting butter. Milliseconds later, the revenant poofed into a cloud of black dust.