Ivy Asher Books In Order Novels & Stories

And now I knew she was alive. Or at least, she had been. Her name was Dahlia Renner. She was somewhere in Ashford Hollow. “She’s alive.” The words came out barely above a whisper. I looked at Teo. “She’s alive. Ashford Hollow. My father knew where she was all this time.” Teo went still. “Ashford Hollow,” he repeated. He said it slowly, as if the name itself meant something. “Elias, listen to me.” I waited. “If your father wrote that name down nineteen years ago and never went after her himself, there was a reason. It wasn’t only because he was afraid of leading someone to her.”

Caitlin sat in her large room in Dunvegan in Castle at a writing desk, looking out the window at the sunset sky. She examined the torn page McCleod had given her, holding it up to the light. She slowly ran her fingertips along the embossed, Latin letters. They looked and felt ancient. The entire page was so beautifully and intricately designed, and she marveled at the intricate colors along the paper’s edges. Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves.

Chapter 1- Alsie Introduction- If you want to get better acquainted with the characters in this story I suggest you read Detective Alsie and the Triplet Alphas...the beginning I sat on the floor playing with my sons, surrounded by my mates, enjoying this small moment of peace. Knowing full well that everything in our lives, was about to change….again. Not that, that was anything new to us. If there is something we all knew about, it was adapting and pivoting quickly. However, the change coming our way was about to be one of epic proportions and one that was going to rock the werewolf and Lycan world to its foundation.

I say, furrowing my eyebrows at her question, "My room is bare and I want things that I like to decorate it." Hestia's expression softens, "Well you should have told me. We would have come here first if I had known. I don't know anything about you Violet. I hate to admit it, but I had assumed you were like all the other girls Anthony has encountered. Hence the reason why I took you into those clothing stores in the first place." I pick up the pajama set from the shelf beside me, "Would any of those girls like this talking cactus?" Hestia laughs, "Not at all. It's good to know that you aren't like those other girls at all."

Ryan, who had just entered the room, frowned slightly. “Less exposure too. Media will be worse today” Asher leaned against the armrest of a chair. “What does Ivy want?” Ian glanced toward the staircase instinctively. Almost on cue, soft footsteps echoed from above. Ivy appeared at the top of the stairs, already dressed neatly. She wore a simple, elegant outfit, nothing flashy, nothing childish. Her hair was tied back neatly, her posture straight. She looked calm. “Ivy… sweetheart. You’re up early” Aurora stood immediately.

The poison burned in my veins, but my fury burned hotter. "You should be dead," I gritted out, turning to face Chloe. Her face was a twisted mask, all its former innocence gone. A year on the run had made her feral and dangerous. "Dead?" she cackled, a sound of broken glass. "Oh, I've died a hundred times. But my hatred, my glorious hatred kept me warm. It burned away everything soft, everything weak. I was forged anew in its flames!"

“It should have.” He hesitated. “Because of last night?” She shook her head. “No. Because of what came after.” He swallowed. “What did come after?” Althea lifted her gaze to him. And Luca Ashford—careless heir, charming threat, untouchable prince—felt something inside him surrender. Her eyes weren’t just scared. They were grieving. “I woke something, Luca,” she said quietly. “Something old.” He didn’t move. “And when it looked at me,” she whispered, “I looked back.”

Gosh. She rolled her eyes at me and stepped up to Asher’s path with a sweet smile, holding up a fine lunch box. "I was asked to deliver this to you for breakfast. You met my mum yesterday, Mrs. Leanne Boxer. She's the vice president of the Youths Fellowship. She and the other women served your dad earlier, so here is yours.” Asher stared at it, dazed. He looked at me and I looked away. I decided to wait for him outside.

“You think you’re special now? You’re just a charity case who—” “Enough.” Asher’s voice cut through the room like a whip. He had stepped back inside without me noticing, arms crossed, expression cold. The blonde’s face lit up for a second before she saw his glare. “Asher, baby, I was just—” “She’s my girlfriend,” he said flatly. “And you’re going to stay the fuck away from her.” Silence. The blonde’s perfectly painted mouth fell open. “Your… what?” “You heard me, Lila. Ivy is mine. Tell your little followers to back off. If I hear any of you talking shit or bullying her again, you’ll regret it.”

Two **pack members** lingered quietly in the corner—young, tense, alert. The door hissed open. **Asher** stepped in first, soaked to the bone, clothes torn from battle. **Ember** followed a step behind, her hand pressed to her lower belly, face pale but steady. They all looked up. Vivianne rose slowly to her feet. **VIVIANNE (softly)** "You’re back..." Asher didn’t answer right away. He stepped forward, staring down at Julian. The boy didn’t stir. **ASHER (quiet)**