Novelas y relatos de Royal Savage By Victoria Ashley

A Throne of Ashes Victoria had spent her whole life watching powerful men walk through rooms as though they were gods among mortals, had spent years committing to memory the different ways alphas physically moved through space, how they wielded their power like a weapon even sharper than any knife. But there had never been — not once, not ever — anything like this, not the insistent weight, the vexation, the suffocation, the finality of Luther Vaughn’s presence. There was no need to bare his fangs, no need to raise his voice, no need to strike a single blow to remind them what he was. His power didn’t scream; it whispered, and somehow it was worse because whispers were insidious, they crept

Nonetheless, Alvina's eyes were still shut. After she had laid Asher on the bed, she stood up and sighed. She began to speak in an unknown language that alpha Ryder wasn't familiar with. The alpha king was stunned after he discovered that she was making incantations. As Alvina recited the incantations, her hands were swinging above Asher. The alpha king played dumb as he stood with his hands akimbo and continued to watch what Alvina was doing. After a few minutes of incantations, little Asher began to cough heavily. Just as she coughed twice, Alvina's body became weak, and she rottenly fell to the ground.

The man yelled and slammed his hand on the table. " Rex cool down, we will strike when the time is right, we need lots of preparation you know old soldier never dies, we need to have a solid plan for the mission " Vanessa said and stood up form her seat. She pulled off her fur jacket and her sexy body was showing. She was putting on a Transparent black gown with no undies, shark could clearly see everything and he swallow a Invisible lump. No man in this world could ever resist Vanessa,her body was like a temple that men worships.

My eyes burned, and I couldn't see anyone sitting in front. “One of the finest specimens from our recent pillage. Virgin. 21 years old. Ripe as a strawberry. Perfect curves. And look at this silver hair, so rare.” He pointed at my hair. “Legend says they bring good luck. The bidding starts at ten thousand dollars.” Laughter and jeering followed. I could feel hundreds of gazes at me. My hands grabbed the sides of my gown and tried to push it down. “Twenty thousand,” a heavy voice came.

Stronger. Bitter ash. Masking root. Something old. Something forbidden. I’ve been King for ten years. I know the smell of every legal tonic in the citadel. This wasn’t one of them. “What is this?” I asked, taking the cup from him. Ashton froze. Just for a second. “A special tea,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “To soothe my... my weak constitution. The royal healer... suggested it.” My wolf snarled. Liar. But his eyes were wide, scared, and he was still shivering under the blankets.

The raw, heavy power radiating off the young mafia queen was palpable, completely contrasting the bright, sunny morning outside. Amber took in Victoria’s appearance with a quiet gasp. Victoria was wearing a deep wine-colored mesh romper that hugged her curves flawlessly, the sheer fabric revealing the sharp, intricate lines of the tattoo etched directly in the center of her chest. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a tight, ultra-sleek ponytail, completely exposing her sharp jawline and the row of multiple diamond ear piercings glittering along her cartilage. She looked like a runway model who could double as an international assassin. Victoria’s smooth, commanding voice broke the sil

"We tell him Jordan had a minor disagreement with his Alpha. We tell him the boy is blowing off steam. You will smile, you will play the devoted fiancée, and you will keep your father’s nose out of my territory while I finish cleaning up this mess." Heavy, measured footsteps sounded in the marble corridor. "He is here," Victoria whispered, smoothing the front of her blazer. Lord William Ashford stepped through the open doorway. He was a tall, imposing aristocrat with silver hair and a tailored charcoal suit that smelled overwhelmingly of expensive cigars and old money. His sharp blue eyes instantly swept the room, taking in the splintered furniture and the shattered fireplace. "Magnus," Lord

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

I pointed to the coffee she brought. I saw her roll her eyes and quietly pick up the coffee. "If you need anything, Sir Delton, I am just outside," she reminded him. She didn't go out right away and even waited for Delton to look at her. And I felt really irritated that her red brassiere was visible. In my mind, Delton was staring at it while she was luring him. That's why when Ashley went out, I slapped his table. That made him spit a curse. "Damn, Savvy. What did I do wrong again?" He asked, annoyed.

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued