Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes Novels & Stories

On the day we were about to register our marriage for the ninety-ninth time, I, Joshua Smith, went rigid as I read those words flickering before my eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. It was the memory of being poisoned in my previous life, so vivid it felt as though it had just happened. Talia Ford, my wife, saw me frozen and snapped impatiently, "Joshua, move! Get out of my way! I need to go to the hospital with Uncle Adam!"

There was nothing she could do this time but accept it. “Is this really the CEO of Queen Corp? Someone from that level shouldn’t be involved in harming the elderly, the weak, or the pregnant, right?” “You don’t know, these two are the mother and wife of Damon, the CEO of Price Corp. And Hazel is actually the ex-wife of Damon. From what I see, it’s very possible that Hazel might have a grudge against these two.” “Yeah, didn’t rumors say that the CEO of Queen Corp and the CEO of Price Corp met for a private meal? A complex love triangle in the upper class.”

After Leon passed away, the Aprice Group quietly floundered under his care over the years while also taking care of his vain wife, who had always looked down on him for being stupid, and pampering someone else’s daughter, even at the cost of his dignity. Twenty years later, their roles had reversed, and Liliana had started avenging her mother while Rose and Romeo were being hunted and led into a trap, though they were yet to realize it.

what can i do for you" she says keeping her head low in respect. Thats how things are now after they took over, their alpha killed our king. My mother sold me stories of the war that happened before i was born. It was more of a slaughter than a war, countless men woman and children died that day. We never stood a chance. Looking down at maria she speaks" take them to the servants quarts see that they fed and prepped to work at first light" she looks us over with with descust " and bathed". With a wave of her hand and click of her heals shes gone.

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

I stood before them with them taking a step back. “ Alpha, Luna Greyhemm and Elissa. I am sorry to state that the daughter you lost, Thyra Greyhemm died that day. I am not her and I do not want to be her. My name is Flavia Nespereira, the vampire queen and this is my chosen mate, Dante Domenique Nespereira. He is the vampire king. I am so sorry for your lose. Elissa, I am sorry for the life you have been forced to live and hope that one day we could maybe be friends if you would like.” I spoke out, staring at her. Her shock went even higher, mouth just agape.

The former Luna of the Gray Pack was mates with the former Alpha of the Night Pack, but she had fallen in love with Alpha Xavier Night's father first, so she chose him and firmly stood by his side. Heartbroken, the former Alpha of the Night Pack, Alpha Calyx, forced himself to wed another woman for a heir. They had a son, indeed, but their relationship never worked. Rumors had it that Alpha Calyx was a cruel husband, so the woman ran away. And when he had seen that the former Alpha and Luna of the Gray Pack were happy, his long suppressed jealousy grew, so he attacked them. He died in his own revenge, but so did the Gray Pack's leaders.

Past every tree I’d ever marked. But you can’t outrun that kind of fire. Some nights, when the wind turns wrong, I smell it again. And sometimes I see her in my dreams — barefoot in the ash, antlers crowned in living flame. The rogues whisper her name now. Not the one the packs gave her. The other one. Ash Queen. The one the fire leaves breathing. Far beneath the roots of the world, the Black Root stirs. One tendril finds me in my sleep, curling into my mind like a promise:

Lady Asher's eyes met King Ares', a fleeting moment of connection before he turned to the child, his focus solely on the heir, the future king. As the night wore on, King Ares' attention remained fixed on the infant. Lady Asher's strength began to wane, her body exhausted from the ordeal. But the king's energy only grew as he beheld his son, the future of the South Pack. Little did Lady Asher know, this moment marked the beginning of her descent into darkness and neglect. The seeds of revenge were sown in the shadows of the southern palace, where love and power entwined like serpents.

“You’re awake.” Nyra glared. “So it would seem.” He moved closer, boots echoing on stone. “You’re a hard woman to keep bound.” Nyra lifted her chin. “I’m not bound yet.” The warrior’s lip curved in what passed for a smile. “Spirited. I like that.” He crouched beside her cot, torchlight illuminating strong features. “They say Queens of Ash have legendary willpower.” She snorted. “Legends lie. Ash alone remains.”