William Johnstone Ashes Series Complete Set Novels & Stories

Emmy has spent her life believing she understands where she belongs: beneath the protection of King Xander, the wolf king who raised her as his own, and within a kingdom that has always been her home. But on the eve of her twentieth birthday, everything she knows begins to unravel. When a mysterious amethyst amulet awakens a power buried deep within her, Emmy discovers that her fate is tied to something far older—and far more dangerous—than the kingdom she loves. The ancient dragon king, Ignisvath, has returned from the shadows, and his connection to Emmy is not one that can be explained away as coincidence. As whispers of war spread through the kingdoms and the Dragon King’s presence grow

"Oh, Eric. I stopped caring about Christopher White a long time ago." "Did you really?" "He's nothing but a spoiled little boy playing at being a man." Ashlyn's diamonds caught the light. "Besides, I have bigger plans now." Steven White patted the seat beside him. "Tell me, my dear, how are you really doing?" "Never better, Grandfather." Ashlyn's smile was genuine for him alone. "And those diamonds... they suit you." "They should. They were my mother's, after all." Steven's eyes darkened. "Yes, they were. Among other things that were... taken."

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

The kind of place men like him went when they wanted to feel invisible. I walked in at two-forty-five and spotted him in the corner booth. His gray hair was thinning, he wore a cheap suit wrinkled. The bottle of scotch in front of him was half gone. He looked up when I slid into the seat across from him. His eyes widened then narrowed. “You.” “Zane Callahan.” I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “I’m here to settle the debt you owe Ethan. I’m willing to pay the four million so that Lila can have her life back.”

"We pull that hardware and we'll finally see the whole thing from the right angle." Alex's jaw was set, his golden eyes absolutely steady. "Then we go to Naples in three days and we pull everything." he paused. "And then we find the man who's been standing at the center of all of this and we take apart everything he's ever built." She held his gaze. "Everything." He reached across the desk and turned the tablet face-down, closed. Something deliberate in it. Not avoidance a choice to set it down for the night and come back with full capacity in the morning.

He stepped toward the door, his hand resting on the latch. The air coming from the cracks around the frame smelled sharply of old dust and something metallic, like rusted iron left in the rain. “If something attacks us, I deal with it,” he continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You focus on staying alive. Understood?” he did not wait for her confirmation. He pressed his weight against the door, pushing it open slowly. On the other side of the door was a large, dimly lit stone storage room. Tall wooden shelving units line almost every wall. They are packed with wooden crates, barrels, ceramic pots, metal vessels, rolled fabrics, sacks, books, boxes and other supplies. Numerous woo

The sound is final, like a curtain dropping before a performance begins. I get to my car and slide into the driver's seat, I still had a bit of an errand to do. You can't show up at the Ashford mansion empty-handed handed so I ordered a lovely orchid, Mrs. Ashford's favorite, and a very hard-to-find, twenty-year-old whisky that Mr.Ashford adores. Something I would casually guess. For Derek, I found a limited edition architectural book I overheard him talking about in the office. Ironicly, Aurora was the hardest one to guess, but hey, you can't go wrong with a sweet perfume that matched her personality for starters.

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Asher said with a frown, "He's damn near immortal, we can't kill him," "We don't have to," Leon said putting his hands into his pockets and pulling out the crystal ice stones he had collected from Rebecca "How did you get those?" Asher asked with a shocked expression. The ice stones were magical relics that froze and trapped a creature for a moment, forever to be frozen like a statue for all eternity. It was a relic passed down to the lestats

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”