Asher Cast Novels & Stories

Cassandra wailed, looking up at us with eyes full of fake horror. “Shana nearly drowned saving Asher, Chelley! She’s a hero, and you’re acting like a monster!" I watched Shana tremble, her performance perfect, her eyes darting to the doctor who was still huddled over Asher. She looked like a broken victim of my "insanity." But as her gaze met mine for a split second through her tangled, wet hair, I swear, I saw a faint smile of victory on Shana’s face, and then on Cassandra’s face was a faint, shimmering glint of victory.

"Casey, love, it's Katie. I'm going to come and inject this now. Okay, I know we've been going cold turkey and you've done so well, sweetheart but your cutting into your skin with your nails and I need to clean, then okay, I need you to relax for me" "Don't fucking touch me. You've done enough. Don't come near me," she Yells over all the noise here. There's another female who approaches the door and I recognise her from the funeral held for Oliver. She was in a wheelchair with no leg though and I believe she's got a prosthetic one now. "Casey?" She whispers over the noise. It's soft and sweet. "I told you, okay, I told you I don't have nothing Just let me go" Casey's voice is hoarse and brok

Asher suggested when he saw the disappointment on Ira’s face. “Is he here?” Ira questioned. “Well, isn’t he right next to you?” Asher was bewildered. Why was Ira sighing when Chase was right next to him? “Huh? Which one is he?” Ira looked around in an attempt to look for Chase. “There he is. Chase Collins, the second male lead of my movie,” Asher said while pointing at Chase. “Oh, Chase Collins is the one who’s your second male lead. No wonder I found him familiar but was unable to place him. How embarrassing.” Ira laughed.

And here I was again, standing on the precipice of the same abyss. Damien stepped forward, smooth as silk. “Honored elders,” he began, his voice warm, persuasive, almost humble. I knew better. That humility was a weapon. “We all remember the night she was cast out. Her disobedience. Her recklessness. The danger she brought upon us all.” Whispers flared instantly around the chamber, like sparks catching dry kindling. I clenched my fists, nails biting into skin. My voice rose before I could stop it. “I was a child—”

I spat, my voice ice-cold. He groaned, straightening, blood trickling from his split lip. But instead of backing off, his eyes burned hotter with fury. "You little—" He swung. I saw it coming, but before his fist could get anywhere near me— Boom! Asher was on him in a flash. One second, Christopher was standing, the next, he was flying backward, landing hard on the ground with a sickening thud. The entire pack froze. A shocked silence settled over us. Asher rolled his shoulders, stepping forward slowly, his eyes dark and deadly. "You really thought you could lay a hand on her?" his voice was deceptively calm, his power radiating off him in waves.

“An army.” They all turned to see Chase walking into the room. Cathy watched her quiet brother walk toward them. Unlike her and Carl he was always so solemn but he was the biggest of the three of them. She always wondered why Asher chose him as Beta and not her or Carl but then she knew the answer. Unlike her or Carl, Chase didn’t think with his fists. He was wise and diplomatic. He had gotten them out of trouble many times in the past with a quiet spoken word. But today she glared at him wondering if all his wisdom had somehow taken a vacation. “Margaret Dark Storm needs a pack to support her when she goes head to head with her enemies…”

Rebscca suddenly blurted out. "What do you mean by she's fraternal? We all know the only person she loved was Kyle." M butted in, in disbelief. "I get it you don't want to tell us but you don't have to lie to us." "No, I'm not lying." Rebecca insisted. She glanced at them before narrowing her head. "I had Dagon cast a spell to find Ashley and we happened to figure out some dark things. One of them includes the fact Cassidy had an affair with Caddel."

Cassie kept herself attentive, not allowing anyone to disturb her as she writes down every story that Alpha Arva told. Soren chuckled; he must’ve learned not to disturb Cassie right now. “Far beyond being lucky. I am blessed. Cassie never fails to tickle my heart with her poetic words. Her beatific soul is truly contagious; like a good illness, hoping that I could have it forever and never to cure.” Greg snickered. “You sounded like Cassie already.” Everyone who heard Greg laughed while Chloe pinched Greg’s ear to shush him. “But, dear, there is no such thing as ‘good illness.’”

I pretend he didn't just claim that Carter was my boyfriend. "How can I trust you?" I ask, my voice just above a whisper. "I don't know if you have any other choice." *** "I look ridiculous." "I agree," Death says from where she stands leaning against the archway. "Wait until Asher gets his eyes on you." Turning back to the mirror, I examine the get up I've agreed to try on. I'm supposed to be a lost bride, so I'm wearing an appropriate dress, making me look so innocent and guiless, ready to be thrust into our apparent enemies territory as a distraction and spy. It's lacy, skin tight and white, making me looking like something out of a catalog. It makes me nervous, standing in it, with Death

the makeup artist, Tasha, teased, dabbing a brush along Sophie’s jawline. Sophie forced a small smile. “Something like that.” Something exactly like that. Two days had passed since the gala, since she’d woken up with Jake in her bed, since the tabloids had exploded with speculation. Sophie Carter, America’s sweetheart, caught in a scandal with an unknown man. Her manager had nearly combusted trying to control the story, but the internet had already done its thing. The mystery, the intrigue—it was all too juicy for the press to ignore.