New Ash Novels & Stories

“That’s the part we haven’t cracked. But his next move... it’s coming. If these files are true, he’s leveraging assets to trigger something that could destabilize markets. Entire nations could fall under his control.” Mira leaned forward, her brows wrinkled. “Then we don’t have time. We need to intercept now.” Asher exhaled quickly, raking a hand through his hair. “Intercepting means exposure. If we make the wrong move, we’re as good as dead.” A heavy silence fell over the room. The enormity of the situation weighed on them, each grappling with the implications of their next moves. **

Simply because Elise preferred it. My favorite bottle of fragrance lay abandoned in the cabinet, collecting dust. The card was not my concern. It didn’t take long before my phone started blowing up with notifications. “Mrs. Reed, the final bid for the West Coast development needs to be locked in tonight. I can’t reach Mr. Reed. Could you approve the numbers with your access?” “We have an urgent transfer that needs to clear tonight, Mrs. Reed, but it requires the highest authorization. Can you log into the system to verify the release?”

"I suppose I could." "Excellent. My car is just here." Sinclair waved at the black sedan parked along the street. The lights turned on, momentarily blinding Belishaw. He raised a hand to shield his eyes as Sinclair stepped out of the way to allow him to climb inside. He was halfway in when he was suddenly shoved from behind. He collapsed onto the seat, and something sharp jabbed into the side of his neck. The beast inside him, the one that always surged to the surface when his life was threatened, now sank deep into a dark abyss beyond his reach. The cool leather seat pressed against his cheek, and it was the only relief he felt as a flood of heat surged within his body.

I finished as the doors opened. "There's our fearless leader. What are we up against?" Asher asked. He was playing with some kind of machine, like always. His fingernails browned from grease, with a matching smear down his cheek. His butterscotch eyes alight with a child's joy and an adolescent's irreverence.

Except. "Oh shit! I know where they are!" I say out loud. I reach for the phone, and send a quick text to Jax. Once again relying on autocorrect to help me, as I can't look at the screen since I'm driving. I look down at the screen to see 'Brunch blznksf and cf' typed instead of my intended message of bring blankets and dr. I shake the screen, erasing my first attempt. I can feel myself grow frustrated. My hands are shaking making this more difficult than the previous attempt. I try once again to send the message.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.

Jessie apologized and stretched out her hand, offering a handshake of peace. Ryan smiled, nodded, and accepted the offer. "How abo ut we redo the introduction?" he said with a smirk. "I am Ryan Walsh." At that moment, Lana knew something was up with him.

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

Ashier's mind continued to race, considering every angle and scenario, trying to find a solution that would allow him to protect both his pack and his bond with Blair. As he neared the garage, the echo of his footsteps gradually subsided, replaced by the distant hum of machinery and the scent of oil and gasoline. The anticipation of the journey ahead mixed with the turmoil within him, creating a storm of emotions that he couldn't easily shake off. With each passing moment, he braced himself for the challenges that awaited him, hoping that he would find clarity amidst the chaos of his thoughts. “You’re here your highness,” Alisha chuckled as Ashier got to the garage, she opened the car door w