Kings Of Chaos Eva Ashwood Novels & Stories

🗣️ Our queen is back! 🗣️She looks more beautiful!!! 🗣️Naomi please look at me!!! I love you so much!!!! Naomi just smiled and cat walked to wherever she was going to without acknowledging the students shouting and praising her. "Who is she ? " A nerd girl on glasses asked the girl next to her. "Are you new here ? "The girl asked. "Yeah " The nerd said and adjusted her huge glasses. "No wonder, Naomi is like the queen bee of Blackridge college , not only is she pretty and wealthy but she has a popular sister Anastasia who is an actress and a model! " The girl told the nerd girl who just mumbled a simple "Oh " Before heading to the school library.

Eighty stories below, hidden beneath the thick, gray sheets of city fog, a lone dark silhouette stood motionless under the dim streetlights, completely exposed to the elements. Alexander Vance was a King who had voluntarily stripped himself of his crown, his army, and his castle, choosing instead to bleed in the dirt of the woman he had wronged. Elena’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the chrome railing of the window, her silver eyes remaining completely unreadable as she watched her executioner prepare for his own final sacrifice.

It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept. Kai’s eyes opened. Not far, not steady, but open, and they found me first, before Renata, before the wrecked room, before anything else, and something in his face when he saw me eased for a half second even through the pain, before it tightened again with the effort of speaking. “Elias.” His voice was wrecked, barely a breath. “Did he. Are you.” “I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—”

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

However, she waves him off without even looking, her attention completely absorbed by Kieran's dragon. "I'm Eva Blackthorn, Zavian's grandmother and Queen of the Noverian Dynasty." The words fall like stones dropped into still water, creating ripples of shock that spread through the gathered crowds. It's not the revelation of her royal status that sends tremors through everyone - it's the way her voice breaks with an emotion so unexpected.

"The woman you are screaming at currently owns forty percent of the empire we are building over your lover’s ashes. If she tells me to make sure your father loses his house too, I’ll have the eviction notice signed before lunch." Lauren stared at Caleb, her mouth opening and closing in horror. "You... you can't do that. Who do you think you are?" "We are the Blackwoods, doll," Asher’s rough, gravelly voice barked from the entrance. He walked into the room, his massive shoulders blocking the light from the hallway as he glared down at Lauren. "And you’re trespassing. Security should have broken your legs the moment you crossed the outer gate."

Trix could feel the rage which he poorly tried to hide coming off him. The Queen raised a brow. "Oh really then what are you doing here," she asked cockily. "For the trap can only be activated if you take something," she said venomously. Someone cleared their throat. "Actually my Queen," Lord Kys stated stepping forward. "It is activated by touch. I foresaw the testing myself as per your request," he stated. Trix knew that she was not in the position to antagonize the queen but she couldn't help herself when she raised a brow bemused.

About the woman emerging from the ashes of Camille Lewis who might want more than Victoria's carefully orchestrated justice and revenge My fingers hovered over the keyboard, poised between two futures I couldn't fully see.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b