Ahs Murder House Characters Novels & Stories

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

Heath answered. “And that brought you to me,” Charlotte lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “Because I’m supposedly crazy? Why would I set her house on fire? She didn’t steal my baby. Just because she’s stupid enough to get involved with you three again? There’s no accounting for some people’s taste.” “True that,” Aislen stole another pea. “These are good. She didn’t do it,” she added to Heath rising to her feet. “We’re sorry to disturb you,” she said to Charlotte as she stepped off the porch to where Heath waited.

59. His allegations "Aurora?" The old Housekeeper tore herself away with a choking sob as she scurried all the way towards Aurora, who was trying to keep herself up by the support of the wall. "Baby, you're awake? Umm, we were talking about some business." Madam Martha made an excuse but little did she know Aura had heard everything.

“He refuses to speak. When emergency services arrived they found him under the dead man with a shot in the arm at close range and the owner of the house pointing him with a shotgun.” A white man in his fifties, bald and with a mustache, wearing a suit and overcoat, entered the house. He was Captain Steven Mulligan, Director of the Homicide Unit and boss of Mark and Doris. He looked around and then the corpse on the floor. “And, what do you tell me?” He asked, while Mark got up again, taking off his gloves. “Something tells me it wasn’t a robbery that went wrong,” said Mark. “I knew you would say that,” Doris chuckled.

" I didn't sell it. It's in my house. I can get it for you." " Coen and two of my men will follow you to your house. If she's lying, kill every member of her family. If she isn't lying kill every member of her family and kill her too." I go on my knees at once. They're surprised. " No. I'm lying and I'm sorry. It's not in my house. I have it." " Where's it?" Asa asks. I look around the house and these heartless men who looks at me with no interest at all. I guess all their lives they've known nothing except murder.

Asher's estate is quite unique. He had an airplane-looking house. The house design is really unique! It has both wings and a nose like the real airplane, except that it is so big. Big house, but he only lives alone there. The house had servants, a chef, and a chauffeur. Once he returns home, the servants line up at the lobby and greet them. "Let me introduce; this is my wife, Athena. From now on, she is your madam, and please treats her properly, everyone." Asher said to all his servants.

“Wh–what–“ “This house is where I do all my dirty jobs. Evidence to ruin Lord Ash is also here too. The men that I killed a moment ago were your men. The servants in this house has no idea who their Master is, so even if I present you to them as their master, they won’t doubt a thing.” “Asher, what do you mean by this?!!”

she shouted, her hands shaking. “Your Highness, come, now!” She shouted. Callum ran, the second-in-command patrol officer running behind him, the both of them had their swords ready. The silver door was wide open, the cell was dark, and it smelt of blood. All he could see was Asher sitting in the center of the room, on the floor, his eyes looked dull, his hair looked reddish, and his hands were bloody and red. Around him, were three bodies, their masks gone, their throats cut, with blood still pouring out.

Hilda screamed, her spine arching off the wooden surface in pain. "Oh stop it, you're going to damage my hearing aid." Ben muttered under his breath, before he pinned Hilda's legs down, earning another blood curling shriek from her raspy, hybrid throat. Once that task was finished, Ben leaned down towards Hilda and asked tranquilly, "Now what do you know about the murder of Asher's Luna?" Hilda tensed. #

“I was wrong.” I wanted to hear that—no I needed to hear that. “It makes no difference to me. Mate or not, you are mine and I am yours.” “I—” His words were cut off by the loud blast. Another followed, leaving me momentarily dead. Thick smoke rose in the distance from the direction of the pack house. “Get behind me,” came Asher's voice, his gaze locked on something I couldn’t see. “What is going on—” But then I saw it. Hands digging out from the ground like corpses coming back to life, but they weren’t corpses, they were people—very much alive.