William Johnstone Ashes Series Complete Set Novels & Stories

Let's get back to what happened with me and Julius when I took him at the back of the Vanta's camp, to calm his nerves. Julius is a sweet boy, he just has a rough past that he is holding onto. And I kinda like him, but it doesn't justify the unholy things I did with him that day, God help me. Asher was packing lots of whiskey and tequila she stole from the pantry for dry days. Asher loves wines and partying, but it's sad her beautiful life was cut short on that very black Friday.

It was horrifying. I kept looking down as he opened the box and chess pawns clicked with each other. My eyebrows made a little frown, not deep enough to show emotions, but good enough to show him that I am confused. I slowly looked up from his hands to his arms, which were enough to suffocate anyone with one easy hold. His folded sleeves showed his popped out veins, and then his chest, which has a platinum chain hanging around his neck, has a locket of a wolf pack. His Adam's apple moved, and my eyes went upwards, towards his face. I was brave till then, but as soon as I looked into his eyes, something burned inside me, maybe my soul. I quickly looked down and my breathing deepened. He was l

"He's dead. Stabbed three times by enemies. He was still clutching this." I didn't take it. Vincent took it instead and tossed it into a nearby fire pit. "Don't let something like this dirty the Madre's eyes." He handed me a glass of wine, his voice gentle. "Want to visit my docks next week? The new ships were custom-built just for you." I nodded, a faint smile on my lips. The disturbance outside had already subsided—someone had likely dragged the body away. The trading market was brightly lit, the light falling across Vincent's face as he discussed a weapons list with someone. The sharp lines of his profile were calm and steady.

Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my father's ashes and staining them dark. I did not wipe my face. I did not respond to Stella. I did not look at Hudson, who stood beside her with an undisguised smirk. I reached out with trembling hands, gathering the ashes little by little, trying to put them back into the urn. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry... this is my fault..." Hudson had his arm around Stella's waist. He let out a theatrical sigh. "Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..."

Kamman, however, didn't share the same emotions, and his face grew dark when he stared at Asia. "Why did you kill them?" He asked, getting straight to the point. "This again?!" Asia rolled his eyes, thinking about that time Kamman accused him of killing his father. He was hoping for something more fun. However, Kamman continued: "Cheongyeon, you killed the entire gang, and I had to clean up after you." Asia, rumored to have perfect control of his emotions and an unparalleled poker face, was definitely not expecting that, and shock briefly ran through his eyes. He rushed to cover it, but Kamman had noticed it almost immediately. He smiled at the realization. He was right.

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.

Joe hissed. Asher couldn’t understand what was happening, one minute he was fine and in the next, he was feeling so weak like every strength has been drained from him. He glanced around him, the whole ground was covered in silver dust and it was then it occurred to him: Wolfsbane. He turned and glared at Gideon and seeing the bag in his hand, he knew he was the one that released the toxic dust. However, what he couldn’t understand was why Gideon would do that if they are all wolves. But seeing how erect they were all still standing and how he was the only one affected, he realized that the wolfsbane doesn’t affect them because they are mutants.