William Johnstone Ashes Series Complete Set Novels & Stories

"We tell him Jordan had a minor disagreement with his Alpha. We tell him the boy is blowing off steam. You will smile, you will play the devoted fiancée, and you will keep your father’s nose out of my territory while I finish cleaning up this mess." Heavy, measured footsteps sounded in the marble corridor. "He is here," Victoria whispered, smoothing the front of her blazer. Lord William Ashford stepped through the open doorway. He was a tall, imposing aristocrat with silver hair and a tailored charcoal suit that smelled overwhelmingly of expensive cigars and old money. His sharp blue eyes instantly swept the room, taking in the splintered furniture and the shattered fireplace. "Magnus," Lord

Kaelen never looked back. I stood in the doorway, watching them walk to the elevator. In the garage, Kaelen opened the passenger door for Seraphina. As she got in, she deliberately rolled down the window. She took out that damned memory crystal. "Want to see it again?" she yelled at me. The crystal activated, and the humiliating images were projected onto the car window again—me, thirteen years ago, bound in silver chains, covered in blood, sobbing in despair... And this time, Kaelen sat in the driver's seat and watched it all without stopping her.

I barely feel it. When I shove open the heavy door to my father’s private study, three elders are already inside. The fire has burned down to coals, throwing long shadows against the ancient tapestries. Marius stands closest to the hearth, holding something small in his palm. Something gold that gleams even in the half-light. I know it before he speaks. “Ashley’s,” I say hoarsely. He lifts his gaze, solemn. “Yes.” Elder Lena steps forward, her expression grave. “We found it tucked between the edge of the mantel and the floorboards. As if it was knocked free in a struggle.”

I tracked Asher down to the secluded archives in the Bane's library. He sat alone at a long mahogany table, surrounded by stacks of leather - bound ledgers. He wore a crisp black uniform, his high collar shirt opened as he looked terribly disheveled and completely unbothered, his face was clinical and devoid of any emotions, but his grey eyes snapped to mine the second any boots hit the stone floor. I didn’t remove my eyes from his, I walked straight to his table, pulled out a heavy oak chair and sat directly across from him.

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

The only difference between a wool and a window was that the window was more expensive. The old man’s price was more in the expensive side, meaning, he was optimistic with the apple-sized jade stone. Though the man in suit bid, he wanted to bid the apple-sized jade stone with a price lower than the market price, thinking that Ashley was someone who did not know the rules of jade stone gambling. How could Ashley not know? In one of his plane missions, Ashley became the King of Jades as he owned the biggest and richest jade ore mine and hundreds of stone gambling stores across the country.

He appointed three warriors out of his team of ten to look after Jake. The thought of it made him hiss. He looked behind him at his father and his pupils dilated in daze. Alpha was surveying the content obtained from the sack bag of the rogue. “Ash?” Jake walked closer to take a look. "Not just any ash," He said, his eyes glued to the ash he poured in his palm. "This is magical ash." "Magical ash?" Jake parroted. Alpha looked up from the pit of his palm and nodded in a yes. Then he raised the hand holding ash and said, "This is magical ash that we have come here looking for."

At the center of Asher City was a magnificent mansion. With walls as white as snow and made with exceptionally bright crystals, the mansion was the very epitome of luxury. But its beauty wasn’t vain, for the walls were made with White Stones, a material so dense and strong that even steel would find it hard-pressed to leave a dent on this solid stone. However, it was extremely difficult to process, so it wasn’t easy for a person to use such rare and precious materials to build an entire home. Yet this building was made entirely of White Stones, making it much more valuable than the most expensive weapons known to this world. As if having such strong materials as building materials wasn’t eno

John looked at the moon It was almost full now no more room for mistakes Miles away, in the ruins of the barn, the beast knelt in the ashes She held a piece of John’s bloodroot bundle She whispered to it *“Bring them to me.”* And the ashes scattered into the wind

“Mom, don’t cry. I’ll be good. Then Dad won’t hate me. I’ll pray for Ms. White so Daddy won’t be angry with you.” The maid tossed a few pieces of bread onto the floor. “These are Ms. White’s leftovers. She gave them to you out of kindness. Be grateful.” I forced myself to swallow, thinking, 'I can't die. I have to find Oliver.' The maid sneered. “You’ll even eat food thrown on the ground. Pathetic. No wonder Mr. Jackman prefers the noble Ms. White.” Ashley’s so‑called nobility came from the emerald jewelry set I had given Cole. It was my mother’s heirloom. He handed it to Ashley simply because she said she liked it.