The Final Ashfield Novels & Stories

She was a fury on the field, surrounded by lightning and blood, casting shield after shield over our men while slicing through the enemy with terrifying grace. This wasn’t just a battle. This was war. And we were winning. But it wasn’t over. Soon, we were done with the rebels that had emerged from the hidden door. “Fall back and regroup!” I ordered. The shadows were retreating, but I knew better—they were shifting. Lurking. Planning. We had entered the heart of Ashville where the first war had happened and it reeked of death and corruption. The second we got back to the treeline where the others were waiting the ground began to quake. It didn't just tremble, it shook violently.

The shared grief and memories bind the Ashford family members together, bridging the gap that once divided them as they honor the legacies of those who came before them. The feud that once simmered between the Ashfords has finally come to an end, replaced by a sense of peace and reconciliation that permeates the room. Audrey, a silent observer to the emotional exchange, smiles through her tears, her emotions hidden behind a veil of composure. She holds the secret of her role in bringing about this moment of healing, choosing to remain silent about her part in orchestrating the resolution that has united the family once more. In the quiet aftermath of reconciliation, a new chapter begins for

For no matter what the enemy could do, as long as they were not deserving, the elixir would never exist in front of them. HER BLOOD was pumping deep inside her as she pushed a slightly ajar door. The door swung and crashed against the wall, earning her a few terrified looks. "M—Miss Lily!" A group of statled nuns rushed to her, although were stopped by the eldest of them. "Miss Lily Alston," she greeted, wearing an amicable smile despite the creases on her brows. "May we help you with your troubles?" Lily Alston breathed heavily and frantically looked around. Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, Asher isn’t is going to die.” Last night was one of the hardest nights of my life, but it helped me to finally make my decision and strengthen my resolve. I was at peace with my decision. Asher saved me once, it was time for me to do the same. The entire pack was already gathered and the hearing was already going on. In a few moments, it was going to be announced that Asher will be put to death. And it was going to be final.

“Leave a trail. Strands of hair. Bits of fabric. Make sure the scene screams ‘Alexander Grey.’ Then get out. Fast.” He nodded. No questions. An hour passed. Then Georgina’s phone rang. She answered, and the voice on the other end said three words: “It’s done.” Her smile returned. She hung up and turned to me. “Benjamin’s dead.” I didn’t know what to feel. Relief? Guilt? The room spun. Georgina popped open a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses. “To us,” she said. “To winning.” We clinked our glasses. I drank because it numbed the edge of my fear.

Suspended like it was just the two of us existing. I pulled away eventually and he let me go. We kept walking without both talking about it and I was irritated to notice that my pulse had not fully settled by the time the ridge came into view. *** I smelled it before I saw it. The particular smell of something that was burned so completely that even the memory of what had been there was gone. I stopped at the ridge. “Old fire…” I whispered to myself. Below us, the Ashfields stretched flat and grey in every direction. No trees, no stones. The ground below us had fused in places into something that looked like glass. Nothing moved, nothing grew.

Jeff was unequivocally ousted from the Cunningham family. Initially, he sobbed and pleaded, desperate to stir Thomas's and Alice's sympathy. However, when they remained indifferent, preoccupied with finding my whereabouts, he erupted in rage. Jeff camped out at the Cunningham doorstep, cursing everyone, demanding that Thomas and Alice hand over the family fortune and shares to him. He went after Wynnie too, pestering her at the Gibson family business until security threw him out and taught him a harsh lesson.

"Mrs. Lawson bought a flight ticket to Idani today." Yoel finally smiled, and he told Henry to book him a ticket for the same flight immediately. "That's right. Felicity has always wanted to check out an art exhibition with me. I'll just have to comfort her a little!" He walked out the door as he spoke, and he was gone from the surveillance footage in just ten seconds. I turned my phone off and took out the SIM card, throwing both the card and the phone in the trash can nearby. I figured I wouldn't need them anymore.

Under the streetlights, Ashley’s face was as pale as a ghost, she took a deep breath, Her teeth clenched together, and she said: “I’m going in.” “Remember this place?” Midge smiled and leaned closer to Ashley: “I still remember, on the evening of your 18th birthday, here, in front of the famous young masters and young ladies in this S city, you shouted. Ashley, why did you say that? Oh my god, I'm old so my memory isn't good. Anyway, you're going back to the same place today, why don't you shout again?" Ashley's face was pale as a corpse, here... here was the memory that she once thought was the most proud of, today it became the place that made her most uncomfortable.

That was a win for us if it was where the finish line was. Sooner, we got close to the brick wall. I was astonished. We looked for the finish line but there was nothing. I got excited for nothing. "But this can't be the end of the forest? I thought forests don't have ends and you go in circles at best. What to do now?" "I will check it out." Ash said and walked closer to the brick wall and closed his eyes, as if trying to feel the energies the wall contained. "It's a barrier. Not an ordinary one." Ash delivered.