Ash Vs Volkner Novels & Stories

I mumbled softly and he chuckled heartily, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking with me up the driveway. "My father is Devon Volkov, the highest ranking seat member of the vampire council, basically he leads it all with advice from your dad, the king," Ash explained and I nodded in understanding. "He's almost equal to the vampire king in power, that's cool, so you're like the prince," I winked and he chuckled and shrugged. We headed towards an enormous modern looking mansion. It was white with archways and lots of landscaping. "Who's the lady, Ashley," asked a man dressed in all black holding an AK 47.

Light filtered in through broken skylights, cutting the space into slashes of gold and black. Then, a voice. "Thought I smelled betrayal on the wind." Carter Graves stepped out from behind a pillar, his lanky, wiry body, shotgun crisscrossed over his back, and cigarette dangling from his lips. "You've aged, Voss," he remarked. "Did prison give you hope?" Damien didn't flinch. "Only ghosts." Graves' eyes shot to Asher, his expression pinching. "And who's this? Your insurance?" "I'm the consequence," Asher spoke softly.

Though it was out of the way, the advantage was that she could see Asher from not too far away. Like right now—Neil beside him said something, and the guys laughed along in response. Only Asher remained expressionless as he lifted his water glass. His long legs were spread apart, and the soft, form-fitting training uniform outlined his strong physique. He was cold and cool. After setting down the glass, he ran a large hand through his blond hair, exuding an air of not wanting to bother with anyone. Well, Captain Voss was clearly in a bad mood. Anyone could see he was angry.

Mercedes wrapped her arms tighter around Bentley, who leaned his head against her shoulder. “I need water,” Asher muttered. Rory shook his head. “You need to talk.” Ava stepped closer. “Asher… baby… what did you do?” Asher dragged a hand down his face, groaning into his palms. “It was years ago. Years. I thought it was done.” “What was done?” Ava pressed. Asher hesitated. He looked around the room—at Bentley’s bruised face, at Mercedes’s trembling hands, at Rory’s stern expression, at Theo’s tightening jaw, at Ruth and Abigail watching carefully. When his gaze found Ava, something in him finally cracked.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

Something strong enough to drown the ache and the self-loathing that kept whispering I should have known better. I pulled into the underground garage of my favorite club downtown. The place stayed dim even in daylight, all black leather booths and low blue lighting. I claimed a corner table, ordered a double whiskey neat, and fired off a quick text to Connor, the one guy who had helped me get Lila that job at the firm. He showed up twenty minutes later, sliding into the seat across from me with a raised brow. “Damn, you look like hot mess,” he said, eyeing the empty glass I already had in front of me.

But none of that matters. She is mine. And that means I will stand between her and the world until my heart stops beating. “Alpha Varkas… help us.” The kneeling wolf’s voice is rough, the words dragging through his throat like he hasn’t spoken freely in years. I study him carefully. He’s younger than me. Early thirties, maybe. Scars cut across the side of his face and disappear beneath the collar around his neck, pale lines that look far too clean to be the result of natural battles.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

“What?” “You heard me,” I said, staring at Avan. “I’ll do it.” “You’re out of your mind,” Nina hissed, pulling at my sleeve. “That river is poison, Asher!” “I know the risks,” I said quietly, meeting her eyes. “But this fight ends one way or another. If this is what it takes for them to see reason, so be it.” Avan’s smirk widened, as though he’d won some unspoken game. “Fine,” he said. “But you’ll be the hybrid volunteer.” The crowd erupted again, but all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears.

Chapter Thirty-One: Isn't it suspicious? In the living room, Shane invited Asher for a drink at his mini bar. They sat adjacent to each other on stools while Shane poured the alcohol. “What do you want?” he asked, grabbing a bottle. “Vodka,” Asher replied without hesitation. Shane glanced at him, lifting a brow. “Isn’t that too strong? You have to drive Alissa back.” There was a hint of concern in his voice, though he tried to sound nonchalant.