Novel & Cerita William Johnstone Ashes Series Complete Set

Something deliberate. I leaned forward. “And the general?” The soldier trembled. “Ashes , Your Majesty.” A hush swept the hall. Burned wasn’t unusual. But he didn’t stop there. “And his ashes… were taken.” The hall’s silence transformed into shock. Even I felt my body go still. Ashes taken? Wolves do not touch vampire ashes. They hate us, yes. They kill us when they can—yes. But they leave the ashes untouched. Because they know what vampire ashes mean. They only move ashes when they're trying to cover up the scene for the pathetic humans.

He watched her burn until there was nothing left but ash and charred flesh. As the fire spread and started to consume the boat, he made no effort to run. Instead, he pulled out a vial of wolfsbane and drank it. He chose to kill himself. Their ashes sank into the sea. Finally, my soul drifted free. I left Jaroch behind. Before I faded, I saw Marabel take Sylvia away from Neradia. They started a new life together. As for the man who tried to blackmail Lezah, he never got the money. He went public with everything Jaroch and Lezah had done.

The distance in his tone sliced through me like knives. Still trembling, I grabbed my phone, checking again to see if Rosaline had messaged. Nothing. Nothing but silence. Jackson exhaled through his nose, picked up the decanter, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He sipped, then leaned back on the sofa with the elegance of a man who knew he had control over everything in the room. His eyes flicked to me with disdain. “Don’t waste your time stressing over people who are no more.” My heart stopped. The words echoed in my skull. No more?

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.

His eyes have turned blood shot, his face now fading into a deep redish-purple, the evil smile on my face the last thing he sees before he closes his pothetic eyes. Alex is leaning against my desk, the look of boardom on his face" man should of kept his mouth shut" he shrugs. Standing and walking away from the solider staining my rug. I hand him two peices of paper "Send word to gentral warren, tell him too burn it" "NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE"! The power radiating off me has him bowing his in submition."Yes alpha" he says turning to deliver the message. "and alex... bring me a file of everyone on that list" he stops stort the look of confusion on his face as he looks the list over."Servant file

Hurrying over to the parking lot, she hops in her car and drives out of the compound, going to God knows where. Ashley William is the only child of the William family. She had lived all her life for her father, believing that her mum passed away during child's birth. Ashley is a 22-year-old slim and average lady, she has blond hair and a cute pair of blue eyes, and her skin is almost pale white and milky.

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

Helen laughed. "Trust me. Everyone becomes curious eventually." The response caught Aisha's attention immediately. "What does that mean?" The older woman disappeared briefly between shelves before returning with three storage boxes. Each was packed with notebooks. Not files. Not medical records. Notebooks. Hundreds of them. Aisha stared. "Oh." Helen smiled knowingly. "Exactly." The first box alone contained nearly fifty journals. Each carefully labeled. Each dated. Each preserved. Aisha ran her fingers across the covers. Most showed signs of extensive use.

Since then he kept himself invisible that it truly resemblance invisibility. “What’s happening?” he looked through the mistiness. The cars driving towards Doom kept his focus. There was something in the front car. Shaking his head before going back to his tomb. He needs blood but he doesn’t want to go to the bank. “Once he was settled in his tomb he seemed to settled down. William Asher kept cleaning the cottage. Everything was spotless. He even put on fresh bedding. He looked at the clock but can’t understand the time. He went and brew a fresh pot of coffee.

"We don't need the Sterling family silver over here, Jax. She’s doing fine with the acrylics." "It's 24-karat gold leaf, Asher. It doesn't flake," Jax replied, walking over and setting the box down on the floor next to me. He sat down, heedless of the fact that his charcoal-grey slacks were resting directly in a smudge of neon orange. He looked at the cap, then at me. "Lila. Please."