Asher Walton House Novels & Stories

Toronto has no shortage of impressive houses, but Aconitum Hall is in a class of its own. Built long before the skyscrapers and urban planning, the city has crept up to the mansion’s tower walls and tiered gardens, preserving it as a fairytale castle out of time. And since the very first stone was set into the foundation, it’s been the traditional home of our pack leader. It’s Buckingham Palace but packed full of werewolves.

Her smile faded, but the newfound prospect of pottery classes added a touch of anticipation to her stay in the werewolf mansion. Exiting the pottery house, Wyatt observed Hazel's genuine enthusiasm for the lessons. "You seem quite interested in pottery," Wyatt remarked with a hint of approval in his tone. "I'll make sure you have someone to accompany you from the mansion to the pottery house," Hazel appreciated the consideration for her well-being. Walking through the mansion's grounds, they passed by an area with what appeared to be an abandoned building. Its gate was sealed with heavy shackles, intriguing Hazel's curiosity. She couldn't resist questioning Wyatt about the mysterious place.

THE WALTON MASION "honey!! " "honey I'm home "Mr Walton called as he entered the mansion "honey!! "He called again climbing the stairs. He got to the room he shared with his dad wife. He opened the door and entered. When he was fully in, he shut it behind "Honey"He called again but this time, more worriedly Finally, a dirty blond hair slowly stuck her head out from behind the wardrobe. She took a peak at her husband . Mr Walton quickly turned to the sound of the opening wardrobe. His mouth went agape seeing his wife

story house, a giant garage, I could see that there was a room inside it full of cars with a hood on top of each one. We got out of the car and headed for the door. “Welcome to my father's house, America. House, I would call this a castle, what things in life, while I'm in my apartment struggling to improve it. "I promise not to be silly," I raised my hand in peace. A butler opened the door. “Mr. Dalton, a pleasure to have you here”he made a strange gesture of welcome”to the lady too, she is very welcome. I nodded

Who the hell would go to such length to do something so insane. I could only really think of Asher right now. Hoping that it wasn't too late to help him. He was stabbed with silver and that wasn't something that werewolves just bounced back from. I was scared for him. But Wyatt was completely oblivious to that and just sat beside me with a smirk on his face like he had won this big victory or something. If only he knew what was really coming his way. He was so screwed. " You're going to be really happy where I'm taking you. I've been fixing up this house for months. It's not as flashy as that packhouse. But it's a beautiful house. And it will be just us two." Wyatt says.

Bonita said. “The Ashworth family, mostly. And the Calders.” Bertram’s expression grew careful. “Both lost someone in the split I mentioned, years back. Old wounds, reopened by circumstances that only look similar from a distance.” “Then take me to them,” Bonita said. “I’d rather hear the old wound directly than guess at its shape secondhand.” The Ashworth homestead sat at the territory’s western edge, modest and well-kept, and the woman who answered the door—older, silver-haired, her expression guarded the moment she recognized Bonita—didn’t immediately invite them in.