Ivy Asher Books In Order Novels & Stories

Ryker said. “It’s the new girl. We don’t know what she is yet as her identity has not been confirmed,” Remus said. New girl? Ryker thought. The only new girl they’ve had is the one in his class. Julianne Ashwynd. What has she got to do with this? “Julianne Ashwynd?” Remus suddenly asked and Ryker turned to him. “That is her name?” Ryker forgot he was in the midst of vampires who can read minds. He clenched his jaw and said, “It’s nothing.”

I got out of bed slowly and walked towards the door and into the suite and I saw Asher sitting at the table reading something on his phone. " Hi. I hope you're hungry. I ordered extra room service. I wasn't sure what you liked to eat." Asher says putting his phone down. " I like anything really." I say and I go to sit down at the table. I look around and realize that we're in this suite completely alone. " Ivy's gone on her morning jog. She does it every morning." Asher says without me needing to ask. I guess I looked a little uncomfortable sitting here alone with him.

When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is the white ceiling above me. Too bright, too clean, too familiar. For a few seconds, I lie still and stare at it, my thoughts heavy and slow, as though I am dragging myself up through dark water. Then memory hits in broken flashes. Mr Shaw’s face. His hands at my throat. His arms lifting me. The black rush that comes after. A chill moves through me.

IVY’S POV I stood in Asher’s office, my hands shaking. The folder was open on the desk, the photographs spread out like accusations. He stepped inside and closed the door. The sound made the room smaller. I stared at him, waiting for him to speak. He didn’t. His eyes moved from the papers to me, calm but unreadable. “What is this?” I asked. My voice came out too loud, too rough. He said nothing. “Asher,” I said again, this time sharper. “Why do you have pictures of my family? My parents, my sister, my grandmother. Even me. What are these doing here?”

ASHER’S POV I am in my room still reminiscing on my moment with Ivy. I remain on the bed why y shirt off my chest still. I glare at it and s still can’t get he thought of Ivy Out from my kind. I feel a cringe as I remember her coldness forward me. She has me ever shifted or drifted away for me whenever I tried touching her but she did that today. Ty here was this weird tagaccompanined her as she came around. Her eyes were very unusual and her stance was too firm for the Ivy u knew. She always seemed like someone that could never hurt a fly but she foug ur me in battle and won.

Ivy’s sobs quieted slightly as she looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen. “Ryan, I didn’t mean for this to happen... I….”Ryan held up a hand, his voice softer now. “Just tell me what happened.”Ivy took a deep breath, struggling to compose herself. “It all started a few months ago... I…I came home one day, and Iris’s door was open. I was curious, so I went inside. That’s when I saw it, Ryan—her sketchbook. It was filled with the most beautiful designs I’d ever seen. They were… perfect.”

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.

Calvin stared in bewilderment at the absurdity of the title. Who could possibly have a dark desire and why would writing it inside the book makes it come true. It just doesn't make sense. He kept the book back and got up from the bed. But curiousity made him go back and bring it out. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming and he immediately shoved the book into his shirt. Thankfully it was big so she wouldn't notice it. "Please be nice with your criticism, I'm still learning" Iris said when she entered the room, the book in her hands.