Lauren Asher Audiobook Novels & Stories

Lorelei took a wrapped parcel from her bag and handed it to him. “What’s this?” “Happy birthday, Asher. I know it’s tomorrow, but I wanted to get this conversation out of the way,” she said. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” Asher said, as he started pulling the wrapping paper off. “It’s one of those old books you were always going on about. I found it online, and it’s been sitting on my desk for about two months now.” Asher’s eyes widened as he looked at the cover and read the title. ‘History of the Origin, Progress, and Termination of the American War.’ He opened it and saw that it was a first edition.

“It’s uncanny.” My blood went cold. “You came here just to stir shit?” I asked flatly. Asher gave a lazy shrug. “Just thought you might want to hear it from family before the rest of the court starts whispering. You know how they are. Especially when there’s a pretty echo of the dead Luna hanging by the throne.” I stepped toward him, slow and deliberate. “She’s not an echo.” “No?” His brows lifted in mock surprise. “Because it looks like you’ve got a type, cousin. Brave. Stubborn. Beautiful.” His eyes gleamed. “And destined to break your heart.”

“But let me explain.” Asher didn’t move at first, just studied her, his jaw tight. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “I’m listening.” Laurel’s fingers curled into her lap, nails pressing crescents into her palm. She stared at them, as if bracing herself, then looked up.

“We have to find her.” Ashen didn’t look at him. “She’s not here.” “You said she couldn’t be erased” “She wasn’t.” Ashen stood now, slowly, voice heavy. “She became… liminal. Between chapters. She wrote herself into the gaps.” Liolai gripped her father’s shirt tighter. “Can’t we bring her back?” Ashen’s eyes darkened. “Only if we find the pause between stories.” What Lingers, The ground cracked beneath the throne’s ruin, And from the fracture, a voice whispered: “Rewrite denied. Plot anchor destabilized.”

Because now I had more than a reason to be here. I had a mission. This was only the beginning. Tomorrow, I would return to the hospital site again and see what else could be uncovered from the ashes. But for tonight, I rest with this small but delicious triumph. Let Delilah sleep with suspicion in her heart. Let Jackson dream about “Amara the investor.” Because Emily the real Emily was back. And I was just getting started.

He was fighting it, using his will as an Anchor to hold himself firm. “It’s not true,” Liora said, her voice sounding small against the rhythm of the waves. The young musician heard her. His eyes, a startling sea-green, opened and settled on her; he didn’t look hostile, and he looked pitying. “Ah,” he said, his voice still gentle. “New listeners, you carry the dust of the world on you. Come, rest. Listen to the true story of Lytheria, and let go of your pain.” “What are you?” Ashiel demanded, his hand on his sword.

“From now on, I’m calling you that. My little penguin.” The words made something warm curl in her chest, though she rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I don’t have the energy to throw something at you right now.” “I’ll take that as a win,” he murmured. Asher leaned against the tree, his eyes drinking in the sight of her—Audrey with her head thrown back, hair catching the last streaks of the sunset, laughter spilling from lips that had been silent too long. Something in his chest loosened. For the first time in days, the storm inside him eased.

We found a common ground that’s why we worked well together. “What are you saying? I’m not pregnant. I’ve just been given a second shot at life, Lau. It makes me want to try new things. New food. New lifestyle. And new adventures… which you will be able to witness soon.” Lauren was still the same. She still didn’t know how to filter her words and her expressions. She was like the female version of Alexander, who unfortunately, was our subject for tonight. She had been terrorizing my ears about him for almost ten minutes now, saying how hot he looked and how good he smelled.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

“Raven and Aurelia are… talking.” Ash’s gaze flicked across the gas stop lot. Raven stood far too close to Aurelia, hands moving animatedly as he spoke, eyes bright with barely contained excitement that his mate was engaging with him. Aurelia listened with her arms folded, expression cautious—but not closed. “And I think I’m going to talk Casius to death,” Ash muttered. “Asking about Aunt Alina’s adventures and their lives. I’m trying not to wear him out.” He then added, “Still. Breathing pauses would be helpful.”