Ambrose Spellman Novels & Stories

“You always were an impatient little bastard. Glad to see not much has changed little Godwin. Don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around.” With his long legs, Ash seemed to make it across the warehouse in half the time it took Amber. The man seemed to glide gracefully, defying the laws of physics. And nature too, because typically people as pale as him looked dead or anemic, not hot as fuck. Not everyone could pull off anemic pale as well as Asher Pembroke. Amber had no doubts he was a true ginger. Ash pulled in a sharp breath between clinched teeth. “Damn little Godwin, I think I’m finally prettier than you,” he said.

"Thank you." The man nodded and Alex went on his way. He ran and ran, panting for breath but he still did not stop. He continued running until he got to the front of the cemetery. Before he entered, he informed Jasmine and Tobias of his location and they both said they would get there as soon as possible. Alex walked into the room that was specially built for Damien's parents' grave. Damien hadn't been close to the cemetery for many years and now that he was here, Alex knew too well that he felt broken beyond repair. His heart grieved for his friend as he walked over to meet him. She slowly opened her eyes as she looked around the room, her head was hurting pretty badly and as she opened her

Olivia looked confused, then realised he was talking about Asher. His lips curled into a smile at her bemused face. "I am Alpha Abel, Asher’s uncle.”

The man stood with slow grace, like he didn’t need speed to be dangerous. “Dax Ashthorne,” he said warmly, as if greeting an old friend. “You look tired.” Dax’s voice went low. “Hollow King.” The man’s smile widened, pleased. “That name survived.” He touched his throat mark with reverence. “They tried to erase me. They couldn’t even erase the rumor.” My breath shook. “Who are you?” He looked at me, and I felt his gaze like fingers sliding under my skin. “The first ashbound your covenants ever feared,” he said softly. “The one they caged and named a monster so the world would forget what I was.”

' And I killed the link immediately and walked to the end of the corridor waiting for him to appear. I was completely blank as I tried to create walls and barriers in my mind so that I wouldn't think about Mabel or Ramsey. "How are you?" I heard steps coming to my side and I turned to Amos. "I am fine." "You don't look fine. You look pale." "I said I am fine." Turning to him, I glared darkly at him and he shivered. "I want you to go to find someone very intelligent and strong who can do an investigative job for me."

I looked up at Callum’s blurry form through my tears. “Ambrose is a rapist.”

Ambrose could close the room after Hunter Hale and Hunter Max got out, he looked at the president and founder of the Hunter's Organization and said, "You must take care of your health...,father." Mr. Ambrose turned to get out, but stopped upon hearing his father's voice. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Amos, my son." The Organization President's head was resting in his clasped hands leaning on the long table.

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

If he were to lose a few more million dollars, the whole building would be a loss! Kayson walked over and said, “Uncle Jason, the fall of those workers is not related to divination.” Ambrose’s expression turned solemn while Jason was startled and hastily said, “Kayson, you can’t say that.” Ambrose was a renowned divination expert in Skyspring, and his art was precise. “Hmph!” Ambrose sneered. “Mr. Queen, could it be that you have commissioned someone else other than me? Since you don’t trust me, why did you bother to commission me?”

“Funny, I was thinking the same. I have a nagging feeling that the person who stole the sapphire ring was a witch. Remember when you asked me the ring, for Dahlia’s sake?” “Do you think its Dahlia?” “I’m not pointing fingers,” Ambrose said quickly, judging my reaction. “But you know I told you to never trust witches. I found traces of mana in my home and near my safe. Whoever stole the ring must have known my schedule because I was out fishing when the theft happened.”