Amish Mysteries Novels & Stories

There has to have been more to Amval. I’ll just never get to know it. And I don’t need to. I was happy before. I will be again, once I figure out who did this to him. Sash thinks he has an in with another groom who was at the name-blessing, and I’m meeting with him tomorrow. He, if anyone, might know what happened to my missing groom. After that, I think Sash and I can potentially track him to Amval, or to whoever wanted to murder my mate. I know he’s ill, not poisoned, but it’s too big of a coincidence to ignore.

If we could uncover the truth behind the Ashwolves, it would shut the council up. I threw on my jacket and grabbed my keys. Amara had sent a message that she wanted to meet. She claimed to know something about the Ashwolves. I hadn’t told Hayden. He wouldn’t approve. He didn’t want anything to do with her or with Liam. But we’d already lost too many leads. The people Clara worked for had vanished, and now Clara herself was missing. Whoever these people were, they knew we were watching and that was bad for us. Before leaving, I texted Lucious to keep track of my location, just in case. I didn’t fully trust Amara. I’d also told Lucious to handle it quietly and not inform anyone, we still didn’

The mysteries that had plagued us before were replaced with new enigmas, and the challenges that lay ahead were unlike anything we had faced before. Our fellowship remained intact, bound by a shared purpose and an unyielding determination. Gabriel, with his enigmatic presence, continued to guide us through the labyrinth of secrets and hidden knowledge. His wisdom and insights became invaluable as we navigated treacherous paths and encountered beings of immense power. Yet, as we ventured further into the unknown, a sense of unease settled upon us. The mysterious stranger who had once stalked Amelia now reemerged, their presence casting a dark shadow over our every move. Cryptic messages and o

he said and Elsa smiled widely While Ashley turned gaze to me I don't have a good feeling about this and where it's heading to. "Ok..lets do this" Ashley said While i kept giving Adrian a confused look..not able to read his mind or understand what is hidding behind that mischievous smile. ❤.....❤

“The moment his wolf stirred, I felt the shift. The grove whispered his name.” Ashen lowered his gaze nervously. “I don’t understand anything that’s happening to me.” “You will,” Hamish replied. “Come.” He turned and stepped back inside the hut. I placed a hand on Ashen’s back to guide him forward. Inside, the hut smelled of herbs, smoke, and old magic. Strange carvings lined the walls—symbols older than the packs themselves. Ashen’s eyes roamed nervously as Hamish gestured for him to sit on a stone bench.

The moment my finger brushed the center of the spiral, my ribs flared with heat. The mark beneath my skin responded—fast and bright. Not burning. Calling. It knows this place. I tore my hand back. The spiral faded to a whisper under my ribs, but it didn’t vanish. Just waited. Like it wanted to be touched again. The ground around the hearth was littered with bones. Small. Birds, maybe. A wolf tooth half-buried in ash. Charred twigs arranged like ribs. Something had died here. Something had been brought here to die.

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

I said, “We still don’t know where Asher is. We suspect that he is still somewhere in Hawaii. The person who took them had this tattoo on his hands. ” Desiree’s face changed instantly, along with her entire aura. The amusement drained from her eyes and was replaced by something far more serious. She took a step forward, inspecting the photo with a new intensity. “This symbol…” she murmured, her fingers tracing the air above the image, “It belongs to the Crusers.” Robin’s head snapped up, “That’s impossible.” I frowned, “You have heard of them?” Robin nodded slowly, disbelief flickering across his features, “Everyone has. But they are just a myth. A ghost story criminals tell each other. A se

“Finding Ash is a piece of cake for me. But the main problem is getting Jared to talk. I'm sure since he has been involved with the dark witches, he wouldn't just be able to speak even if he wanted. A dark curse would have been placed on him, like an oath” Hazel paced around Liam's study slowly. Her mind was somewhere else.

he said, his voice muffled by the helmet. Misty closed the face shield and lightly gripped his waist. He cranked the bike and smoothly pulled away from the curb. This wasn't so bad. Nice and easy, as he'd said. Then he shifted gears with a little jerk that had her clenching her hands tighter. When he leaned into the turn off Main Street, and onto the country road that would take them out to The Misfit Inn, she yelped and banded her arms around his waist, plastering herself to his back.