Novelas y relatos de Wrecked Lauren Asher

I couldn't help but ask her if she was okay, and she nodded, but I could tell that something was troubling her. "What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Asher, I discovered something," she said, her voice low and serious. I immediately signaled for my guards to stop and give us some privacy. I turned to her, my eyes filled with interest, "What is it?" Lia took a deep breath before speaking to me. "Asher, I discovered something in the hospital," she began, her eyes wide with excitement and fear. "I went back to the doctor's office and found that all the drawers were scattered and someone had taken my reports. I think Alpha Lance might have been the one who came to steal those." She spoke

The driver breathed, his eyes focused on the road. Finally, they arrived at The Moon Crest Pack. ____________ “ I thought you were sick" Asher said to the middle-aged woman whose voice sounded expensive. “So? I was away for years and that's the only thing you can ask me?” She said in such a mocking tone. "Do you think it's funny?” Asher questioned, his gaze fixed on her eyes, trying to find remorse. "Of course,” She laughed. His phone rang again and then, he was informed that Annatoria and her driver were already at the pack's gate.

The scent of pine and ash mixes with something more bitter—anticipation. The ceremony’s chant hums low through the night. Deep, resonant voices rise and fall in unison, echoing off the cliffs. I draw nearer, my chest tightening with every note. The council altar emerges into view. A massive stone dais carved with runes older than the pack itself. Flames flicker in braziers, blood-red and hungry, fed by the offerings of those who swear loyalty. Wolves crowd around the circle, their eyes glinting in the firelight. And then I hear the whispers shift. Louder. Sharper. Aria Thorn… she’s here… the exile… the cursed heir has returned.

“He said he can only spare a few minutes.” Luther turned to me. “Just give me a moment, okay?” I gave a soft smile and nodded. “Sure.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, then walked off behind Cathy, who led the way like she had just solved a corporate crisis. I watched them go. Something in my chest shifted. Uneasy. I turned back toward the stage. “…we rise from failures, and we rebuild from ruins,” Asher was saying, voice warm, inviting applause. “This isn’t just a company relaunch, it’s a resurrection.”

I was not sure why, even though they had confirmed me a witch, I felt so wrong. The rain started to pour, I watched my brother struggle for breath but he stretched forth his hands trying to reach for me. Slowly, I forced my legs to walk towards him and once I had, I crouched before him– “Lyra, wicked people –” and he shut his lips, eyes opened but he had stopped breathing. Tears rolled down my cheek, and I tried to force the same chants I had done with the cat some weeks back. “Virellion Thasra - Awaken from slumber, little one and breathe again. Come closer to the binding light and feel the life in front of you. Don't fade away.” I cried.

Behind me, Wayne's heart-wrenching cries echoed through the air. I didn't look back. After handling the remaining matters in Saphira, I prepared to return to Grandor for good. Following the Seyfried family's bankruptcy and liquidation, Wayne was left burdened with enormous debt. Micah's men brought back news that when Wayne had fallen to his lowest point, Ingrid had stolen the last of his emergency funds and attempted to flee the country by boat. She was caught at the docks and sent to prison.

Frazzled and overwhelmed, she shielded the emotionally broken Aaron from the flashing cameras as they tried to escape the scene. Amid the chaos, she abruptly snapped her head around to look for me. I stood quietly at the same spot as earlier, coldly watching the drama unfold. Staring at her disheveled figure through the surging crowd, I cocked my head to the side and silently mouthed at her, "Looks like Aaron's top scores just flew away." Selena felt as though a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over her head. At last, she understood that my past two weeks of quiet compliance weren't actually due to surrender or submission.

He had broken a spell of ice with the echo of a broken heart. The cold presence vanished, pulling back with a snap that left their ears ringing. Silence returned. The stone wolves stood still, loyal to the mountain once more. Askar was bleeding from a cut on his side, but he was the winner. He limped to Kieran and licked his small hand. The cost was clear on Kieran’s face. He looked tired and older. He had touched a dark memory to save them, and a piece of his light had gone dim. Elidra ran to him, holding him close. He felt small and weak in her arms.

Today was the 5th day of the month of September and counting down, it's been two years since that horrible incident. Lost in thoughts, Ashley stood in front of her mirror trying so hard not to let guilt overwhelm her. Her rain of thoughts is however interrupted by a noise coming from behind her. "What's up with you Luciana? You are the only one who has the right to barge into the Luna's room. Even my husband would knock at times." Ashley with arms akimbo pretends to be angry.

Or maybe Asher was injured, or even worse, dead. “Where are you? I'm coming,” As I hung up the phone after Wren told me their location, it took me almost two minutes to do a location spell on Asher. The map showed he was still in Las Vegas, in fact, close to Wren's location and another five minutes for Kayla and me to transport Julia, Dorian, and me to Wren's location. As soon as we found Wren and the others, we scattered ourselves, searching deep and wide into the forests.