Ivy Asher Books In Order Novels & Stories

With each turn, each stop, she reveled in the sense of control she now held. The boutiques beckoned, their colorful displays a feast for the eyes. Abigail's heart raced as she entered the first shop, surrounded by racks of dresses in varying styles and hues. Her fingers grazed the fabrics, her eyes lighting up with wonder. Whizz's discerning eye offered guidance, his suggestions met with Abigail's eager nods. As the trio browsed through the selections, Liya's presence was a reassuring anchor. Her quiet strength and confidence set the tone for the day, a reminder that they were charting their own course.

If I didn’t have those twelve victories to my name I would be outside rotting with the other corpses. After training I was thankful to find Cherish showered and dressed in her black outfit once more. She seemed unimpressed by my return, which relieved me. I can live with that. I pulled out the massive black leather bound trunk case from out of the wardrobe. “Can you fit in there?” Her eyes looked at me as though I was insane. “It’s not a joke, I need to see if you can fit in.” Silently she put her book down and gracefully stepped into the black leather lined box. I tried to put the lid down and she cried out, “Ivan!”

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All I Ask of You (Heron’s Landing Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

For no matter what the enemy could do, as long as they were not deserving, the elixir would never exist in front of them. HER BLOOD was pumping deep inside her as she pushed a slightly ajar door. The door swung and crashed against the wall, earning her a few terrified looks. "M—Miss Lily!" A group of statled nuns rushed to her, although were stopped by the eldest of them. "Miss Lily Alston," she greeted, wearing an amicable smile despite the creases on her brows. "May we help you with your troubles?" Lily Alston breathed heavily and frantically looked around. Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard.

The room was covered in the dust of the figure’s remnants, leaving tracks. “It’s on the bookshelf. His dealings with the Vasilegda.” Aisha blinked at him, but didn’t argue. She simply headed to the bookshelf, threading her fingers over every cover, waiting for Ivan to say the word. “That one.” Aisha landed on a thick, navy blue book with gold markings. She leafed through it. “It’s just a folklore book.” “It’s not.” Ivan took the book from her hands, setting it on the desk. He closed his eyes once more and sent his will into the book with his manna. The book glowed red before the ink on the pages were wiped clean, replaced with handwritten notes and letters.

Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts. Paranoia. War. Visions of fire consuming the Vatican. And a single phrase etched repeatedly into the margins: “The ash will rise. The ash will rise.” Jasmina said softly, “They were waiting for you.” Amara slammed the book shut. “No. They were trying to stop me.” Scene Six – The Missing Page They searched the room, frantic. Jasmina found a scrap in the corner — torn from the missing page. On it: part of a sentence.

Her stomach was bandaged, but her face wore a victorious smile. "Do you know what he told me just now?" She pulled a small crystal out of a bag on her wheelchair. The crystal glowed, projecting an image into the air. I saw myself thirteen years ago—in rags, covered in wounds, taken and broken by three rival Alphas. I was crawling on the ground, weeping, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" I snarled. "He said," Seraphina continued, letting the humiliating images play, "that he only saved you back then out of pity. But now, he's found the woman he was truly meant to love."

"If the hearth fails its duty, don't hesitate to call on a certain fire Prince." "I won't," I shake my head with a smile, turning to leave. As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me, and the warmth of his presence lingered long after I had left the library. ••• "Arwyn, oh, I tell you, he was dreamy," Ahvi whispered excitedly, her grip tightening on my arm as we strolled down the grand hallways of the Castle. She regaled me with tales of her enchanting night spent with a charming lord from Illyndor named Ezlyn Cromwell, who, by her account, owned ten sprawling mansions and a cavalcade of prized horses.

“Asher..” Her voice sounded like honey to his ears. Asher walked over to her, he dropped the bag in his hand as he stride towards her. He pinned her down to the table close to the stand in the room. “Don't make me lose control here Ivana,” he whispered in her ears, inhaling her scent. A cold shiver passed through Ivana's body by the touch of his hand on her waist. Ivana placed her hands on his chest trying to push him away. “Asher stop this…” she stuttered.

Her close friends, Adam and Sarah, were there to bid her farewell with tears and hugs that lasted for long minutes before she got into the Myers family car heading towards the mansion in Asheville. Gloomy hours passed for Lila as she bid farewell to the features of New York, where she had spent twenty-two years, and the scenery changed before her to a different place—its terrain, climate, air. She was like a fish that had left its waters but had to learn to live in its new tank for her mother's sake. Finally, as the sun set, Lila and her mother arrived in front of the Myers family mansion. A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees su