Novel Aresha Novels & Stories

Elena pushed the door open. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, still in the light armor she had worn in the arena. Her nose was swollen, crusted with dried blood, one eye already purpling. She looked up as Elena entered, expression hollow. “Close the door,” Elena said. Liora obeyed without speaking. Elena crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment neither woman spoke. “They’re calling her the Luna of Ashes,” Liora said at last, voice flat. “They’re saying she’s… something ancient. Something we can’t fight.”

Asher replied flatly, "Did I ask for your help? I know exactly what kind of person Mr. Lloyd is. Now that he has come here, the Cavendish family should immediately form an alliance with him to resist our external enemies. As for you? You're an outsider, and this conversation doesn't concern you." Jakob's expression changed drastically, and he found himself unable to say a single word. He could not understand why Asher had become so submissive toward Andrew. Atticus sensed that something deeper was at play and said in a low voice, "Asher, if you have something to say, say it plainly."

Marigold I spent the next couple of days avoiding the real world while Rias was gone, living vicariously through the characters in my latest novel, “Rebel Rising: The Lost Alpha’s Mate.” Asher checked in with me frequently, bringing me food and taking the time to put a smile on my face before he left each morning. He’d been in and out during the daytime hours, busy helping Reese out in preparation for the impending clash between species, and I think he even mentioned something about speaking with the bear shifter about the serum he’d created for detecting the wolves or bears who were utilizing the scent blocking technology.

as he called it. “Ares was a magnificent wolf. He lives on, just like your father.” Zakara said as she took me out of my thoughts, and I opened my eyes to see her still there with me. “How do you know what I'm thinking, or my thoughts, for that matter?” I asked

Emmy hated that. She wanted the goodbye small. Instead, half the valley appeared. There was food. Music. Children. Dragons. A banner Liora immediately removed because it said: THE DAUGHTER OF ASH AND AMETHYST BEGINS HER JOURNEY Liora stared at it. “Who made this?” Nobody answered. Emmy tried not to laugh. Liora pointed. “I am not the Daughter of Ash and Amethyst.” A small child asked, “What are you?”

"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

LILA’S POV The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown club, but the Blizzard’s charity gala felt like a cage. My heels clicked on the polished marble, each step heavier than the last, as I scanned the crowd for Zane Callahan. The air pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a live band, but my pulse drowned it all out. I didn’t want to be here. But Meredith’s ultimatum of getting Zane ‘s answers or kissing my job goodbye had forced me into this glitzy hell, and the weight of my forced engagement to Ethan Callahan crushed me further.

A place where life would be saved, where hope would be reborn, where my children’s names would live forever. As I stepped out of the building, the city air felt different, lighter somehow. My enemies were tearing themselves apart, and my dreams—no, my vengeance was unfolding piece by piece. Soon, everything they took from me would return, and when it did, the world would know the name Amara not as an investor, but as a storm they never saw coming.

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."

However, the fear still made my blood run cold. Soon, a red dot appeared on my body. I ran for my life, but no matter where I went, the red dot followed me, locked onto me like I was prey. Eventually, I couldn’t run anymore, so I stopped, gasping for breath. Just then, someone covered my mouth from behind. A sharp, suffocating smell filled my nose before everything went black. When I woke up again, I was lying on a dining table. My body was arranged with slices of ceviche, like some kind of grotesque work of art. From my fingers to my toes, they were all carefully plated.