Ashen Storm Novels & Stories

“We’ll do it together. You don’t have to prove yourself alone, Elias. We’ll clear your name, and we’ll burn out whoever’s hiding behind theirs.” The Concord Sigil flared bright across my chest, brighter than before, like it had been waiting for this vow. The crowd fell into a stunned hush at the sight, students shifting uncertainly, faculty exchanging worried glances. But not all of them. Professor Shara Baudoin, the Hawthorne healer, stepped forward, eyes steady, voice even. “The boy speaks truth. No one who fights like that bleeds betrayal.” Ashleigh Dana raised her chin, wild and defiant. “If the Interregnum has touched my House, then it is my duty to burn them out. And I will.” Her gaze

“Asher?” “I, Asher Hawthorne, Alpha of Storm Fang Pack, hereby reject our mate bond, whether it’s real or not. Everything about you fucking disgusts me.”

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

The ash she had seen when her book had suddenly disappeared, and when she had felt the malevolent presence for the first time. With slow unsure steps, Storm moved toward the ash. She bent down to stare at. It looked normal. Yet, Storm knew it was nothing normal. The first time, she had thought it was the ash from the strange book being burnt. Yet this was evidence that it wasn’t the case. The ash was from something else. What is that? Could it be a residue of teleportation? Storm shivered as the implication of that dawned on her. She took steps back away from the pile, resolving not to touch it. She would show it to Kaden, and tell him and his circle about the one back at the mansion. She ha

he admitted, his voice carrying a sincerity that cut through the atmospheric tension. As the storm outside continued its relentless assault, the two figures in the room stood at the crossroads of conflict and connection. The raindrops, now a symphony of percussion against the window, seemed to underscore the importance of the moment. Ashley, bracing herself for the revelations that awaited, gestured towards the chairs by the window. "Fine, talk. But let's make it quick. We've got a storm to weather, inside and out."

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

Asher felt he lost control of his body, and he was about to be blown up and torn to pieces by the strong wind. "Adrian, Adrian!" Asher was scared out of his wits, shouting desperately. He came just to report the news about Caspian, not to seek his death! Asher kept shouting, finally calling Adrian back to his senses. Then, Adrian's eyes flashed slightly, and the whirlwind in the room stopped instantly. Asher screamed and fell, smashing onto the already crumbling table below him. "Asher, have you been busy in Heavenly Stars Sect recently?" Adrian said suddenly, with a half-smiling look on his face.

But she wasn’t the girl Nathaniel had tried to destroy. No. That girl was dead. And in her place stood the storm he never saw coming. Everything that had happened in the last few years felt like a fever dream stitched together with pain. The fire. The betrayal. Damien pulling me back from the brink of death. The surgeries. The bandages. The new face. The therapy. And then the planning. So much planning. They thought I died... Well, let them keep thinking it. Ashen Group wasn’t just an empire—it was a weapon. My weapon. Born in the ashes of my old life. Fueled by betrayal and designed to give power back to women who had been crushed, controlled, discarded. Like me.

By every name that walked before. The Ashborn are waiting. When they see her emerge, They do not cheer. They stand. Because no banners are needed. No crowns required. Only choice. And it has been made. And it is hers.