Ashen Luca Novels & Stories

When she didn't answer, he gave her a rough shake, choking her until she gasped and clawed at his hand. "You are MacQueen's sister, and that would be reason enough, but you are also Rurik Barinov's mate. We have waited so long for him to show weakness. Now he finally has." The man let go of her throat, and she sucked in sweet, precious air. "Who are you?" she gasped. "I am Luis Silva, head of the Silva family of Buenos Aires." Ahh That explained the Portuguese at least. "So what's your plan?" she asked, all too aware that minutes ago she'd asked her friends the same thing under very different circumstances.

Chapter 42 Asher POV… “Lucien!” I repeated the name, not quite believing what I was seeing. “Long time no see, Asher Jones!” “Is it you who killed everyone in my family? You know that I can call the police to arrest you for murder, right?” I tried to threaten him with the police. I was too tense to even think of something else. I could feel my legs shaking and my knees going weak at his cold glare. “Ooh, I am very afraid. Will they arrest me and then torture me, or will they pierce me with the silver arrowhead?” Lucien asked mockingly as he made his way toward me.

“She belongs to no one, Asher. Let that sink into your demented Alpha brain. She belongs to no one. She is her person, not me nor you. She belongs…” He neared me all of a sudden, his eyes glowing red and popping with enough curiosity to tell me there was more to whatever was going on, “She belongs to me, Alaric. Audrey belongs to me! I, Alaric Nightshade.” I stared at him with confusion laced with pity and curiosity. I knew Asher so well to know when he has done something terrible, “What have you done, Asher? What did you do to get her to be here?”

She stammered "Lucia Brown, it must have been very hard on you to pretend to be a good daughter for a long time. Do you feel comfortable now that you have finally taken off your mask?" Ashley said with a hint of mockery in her cold eyes as she looked like someone about to strangulate Lucia. "Sister, I don't understand what you're saying, what you mean" Lucia face turned deathly pale. She was so scared to be exposed that her nails dug into her palms, and she couldn't dare to meet Ashley's eyes.

It was obvious that they would feel uncomfortable by the talk of 'attempted murder' considering that they did kill her in her past life. "So..." Ravenna began trying to change the subject, "I heard you had a brother," said Ravenna as she turned to Rylan. "Where is he? I'd love to meet him." Rylan and Lilith shifted uncomfortably at the mention of his brother. Ravenna noticed their reaction but didn't let it show on her face. Just as she was about to speak, Rylan spoke up. "My brother...Asher...died a few months ago," he said, his voice barely audible. Lilith reached out and put a hand on his shoulder in comfort. "It was suicide," she added, her voice cold and emotionless.

The high-polished marble hallway echoed with the rhythmic tap of two sets of boot heels. Elara, known in the underworld as Elayne Duskmoor, led the way with her usual practiced elegance. Two of her personal guards flanked Jason. To Vanessa and her family, Jason was nothing more than a nobody, an insignificant waste of space, with no pedigree. But the underworld knew him differently. He was known to most in the underworld as Lucan Vale, the Ghost among shadows and the Eclipse Syndicate’s deadliest weapon.

Luca’s hand had curled into a fist against the tabletop, the knuckles white. But his eyes were still locked on Alex. “Do they know who did it?” he asked, his voice flat. Alex shook his head. “They’re still investigating.” A heavy silence settled over us. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t liked Richard. I hadn’t trusted him. But death had a way of reducing everything else to ashes. After a moment, Luca let out a slow, uneven breath. “He always knew it would end like this,” he said, almost to himself. “He spent his whole life collecting enemies.”

Because the moment we hit the end of the alley, a floodlight snaps on across the street— and a hunter’s voice calls out, calm and certain: “Got you.”

Sighing, Asher addressed him gently. “Go on, Luca. Your mom’s been asking for you. She’s at the party,” Asher said. Luca’s face lit up instantly, and his wide smile, identical to his mother Brielle’s, spread across his face. He gave a quick nod before turning and sprinting back toward the garden. As soon as he was gone, Aphrodite’s voice broke the silence. “I think she’s a Devil Wolf, Asher,” she said quietly, disbelief still evident in her tone.