Throttled Lauren Asher Series Novels & Stories

, he'd rather die, it was also too late to discard it, he couldn't burn it with magic either afraid someone might notice it. "I'LL DO IT MRS LAUREN," Liam yelled like a child as he quickly got up on his feet and ran towards asher. "Bring it out, don't be shy," he said with a grin taking his hands into asher's pocket to pull out the paper, to stop him from pulling out asher placed his hands on his wrist. "He won't let me pull it out Mrs Lauren," he groaned like a child, a mischievous smirk coming to play between his lips when she responded

And it was writing now. Liora rose from the ash. The Inkblade was beside her again. But it felt heavier. More dangerous. Because now, it wasn’t just her weapon. It was her past. The wind picked up. Pages fell from the sky, Not blank, Not yet Each one with a title that pulsed: “The Queen of Ash” “The Mother Who Burned” “The Daughter Unwritten” “The Betrayer’s Return” One page stopped in front of her, It was written in her own hand but she’d never written it. And it read:

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

“But let me explain.” Asher didn’t move at first, just studied her, his jaw tight. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “I’m listening.” Laurel’s fingers curled into her lap, nails pressing crescents into her palm. She stared at them, as if bracing herself, then looked up.

But Serena's rogue action had been seen as a threat, and they had responded accordingly, sending their best assassin to send a message. Damien still remembered the sight of Serena's body laid bare and bloodless for him to find. It had taken every ounce of his self-control not to seek his own vengeance. But Serena had been in the wrong, acted against orders, and Damien wasn't going to continue the chain of bloodshed and take more innocent lives. No matter how heartbroken Serena's death had left him, his job was to make the world a better and safer place. The gates parted as he pushed them open, heading toward the station's main entrance. He was going to need a shower and a beer after tonight'

Asher’s molten amber eyes scan the terrified faces of the Mercer family before resting on Grayson’s bloodied head. "You have five seconds to clear your filth from this hall, Grayson," Asher rumbles, his voice low, gravelly, and vibrating directly against my spine. "Or I will tear your spine out and present it to my Luna as a footstool." Lorraine Mercer screams, rushing forward with two bodyguards to drag her groaning, broken son away from Asher's feet. They scurry back into the shadows like terrified rats, dragging Grayson through the side exits of the Blackthorn Grand Hall.

“They thought divine blood was raw power waiting to be harvested. Today they saw it resist. They saw it adapt. They saw it protect instead of amplify.” “That doesn’t make them afraid,” Thorne says. “No,” I agree. “It makes them curious.” And curiosity is worse. Lilith didn’t look angry when she retreated. She looked fascinated. Night falls heavy over the compound. Asher refuses to sleep. “Is the sky going to break again?” he asks from beneath his blanket fort in the temporary suite. “No.” I sit beside him. “What happened today was because bad people tried something they shouldn’t have.” “Did you fix it?”

Lauren said. " Madam , it was Mr Thompson's order " Driver replied her " That fool .." she again cursed him... In few minutes they reached at THOMPSON'S Company.. Driver instructed her to use the private elevator ... Lauren nodded and entered in the elevator but she forgot to ask the floor number but the driver was already gone.. The door of elevator was about to close when someone stopped it by his leg... " Atlas.." Lauren said under her breath.. she looked at Atlas and sucked in a deep breath.. he was looking very handsome in navy blue colour coat and white shirt inside it ....

She had witnessed my act a few minutes ago and hasn't stopped lecturing me about the consequences of my earlier action. “I can see you're really ready to die young. If you want to die, just remember this song for me, 'I don't wanna die young, I know that's not my destiny'. Count me out!” She stomped her foot, her nostrils flaring, and this made me smile unconsciously. I only realized what I was doing when I heard Shirley gasp and her cheek a bright shade of red. I could only hold in my laughter which wasn't painful this time because surprisingly, the wounds and bruises I had yesterday had healed. The day passed in the blink of an eye and I walked with nonchalance In the school. I knew all th

He took a seat by her side and she heaved a sigh of relief. Next came Raphael and Jake. The sisters followed closely behind and they all took seats close to Hermione. Hermione was comforted by their closeness and relaxed a bit. Lycans walked into the hall, most of them throwing Hermione looks of curiosity. Lang Lang leaned towards Hermione and whispered the names of some lycans. She pointed at a blonde Lycan, who was "Nate", and a sexy brunette, “Raine”, two identical males. She identified them as “Troy and Moran” and a particularly large Lycan “asher”.