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About Ivy Asher
Ivy Asher is an International Bestselling Author that’s addicted to chai, swearing, and laughing a lot—but not in a creepy, giggling alone kind of way. She loves snow storms, her family of two humans and two fur-babies, and writing badass women in books that will have you begging for more. She has worlds and characters just floating around in her head, and she’s lucky enough to be surrounded by amazing people who support that kind of crazy.
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You would too if you'd experienced some of the weird shit I have: red-eyed monsters chasing me, markings on my body appearing out of nowhere, a strange power that crackles colorfully over my skin from time to time, and don't get me started on the weapons I can conjure up almost out of nowhere.
Lucky for me, I have yet to meet someone whose ass I couldn't kick, inside the ring or out. I put that to the test when I run headfirst into a fight that brings all my secrets, and reality as I know it, crashing down around me.
Now, I'm looking for answers and trying to piece together what the hell is going on. Paranormal is my new way of life. It's not going to be easy, and I'm not exactly welcome.
That is, until I meet the boys, and trust me, they are anything but boyish.
I'm up against elders who think I’m too powerful, a family who views me as a threat, and something lurking in the shadows that's been coming for me my whole life.
There’s not a chance in hell I’m going down without a fight. I’m not lost anymore, and I'm about to show this world exactly what I can do.
Three years ago, a nightmare of an alpha took over my pack by force, and ever since, he’s been trying to do the same to me.
I can’t let that happen.
I need to escape him before he can lay a claim, flee from what I’ve always wanted, or risk getting a wolf that will submit to him.
But nothing goes to plan. When I’m forced to take on my wolf spirit, my alpha attacks, and the fight shatters us in ways we never knew possible.
Now we’re broken. Jagged. Rabid.
To punish me, punish us for not submitting, my new wolf and I are thrown away to a savage pack, where we come face to face with Ruin Falls and the biggest monster of them all.
But...maybe a monster is exactly what a rabid bitch like me needs.
Will my wolf and I snap, lost to our fractured savagery? Or will this ferocious alpha teach us just what our broken nature is capable of? Maybe we can get our revenge.
...That is, if we’re rabid enough to take it.
This is a STAND-ALONE book. You do not need to read anything else to enjoy this story. Other authors have also written in the Kingdom of Wolves shared world, you can check them out by clicking the series page.
Authors note: This book is a dark shifter romance. There are elements of strong language, violence, assault, and other situations that may be triggering.
The power, the magic, was supposed to go to someone else in the family. I was counting on it.
But now my Grammy Ruby is gone, and here the bones sit on my kitchen table.
I thought bitter relatives would be my biggest problem. But I’ve barely had time to find a familiar before trouble comes a-knocking. The kind that possesses smoldering green eyes and a smile that can turn any woman dumb.
His name is Rogan Kendrick, and he’s certain that someone is hunting down and taking my kind.
According to him, I’m next.
This is a world that I never wanted to be a part of, but magic gives no fucks and takes no prisoners... At least we have that much in common.
I don’t know what my ancestors were thinking when they chose me, but I’m going to give them a run for their money. My name is Lennox Osseous, but you can call me the Bone Witch.
When I interviewed for a new security job, I didn’t bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this.
Turns out, I’m not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems I’ve just walked my broke ass into protecting a Gate to Hell. Yeah…I don’t got this.
Now I’m stuck in a terrifying new reality: a group of hot demons who act like I can solve all their problems, and a battle between good, evil, and balance.
This will seriously teach me to read the fine print on Help Wanted ads. Good thing this job comes with a scythe. Maybe I can use it to stop them from dragging my ass into Hell.
Turns out, I’m not crazy like I’ve spent my whole life believing. Too bad it took being locked in a cage and tortured almost to the point of insanity to realize that.
But I’m not alone.
In a cage to my left, there’s a monster who’s given up hope. He stays in the shadows and moves with chains wrapped around him, but his golden eyes watch. To my right, there’s a girl with purple wings and familiar gray eyes.
She says she’s my sister, and not just that, but apparently I’m half demon, half angel, and to make it out of here, I have to embrace the new wings on my back and the scythe in my hand.
Now I have to choose to either submit to my captor, or fight.
I’m about to learn that sometimes you have to become a monster to beat the monster.
It’ll be no big deal, they said.
I was only supposed to walk through a Hellish Ring or two so we could find out my demonic origin. Easy peasy, Right? Wrong.
Now I’m alone, locked up in some freak’s dungeon, and mourning the loss of my demons.
Could they have done the impossible and survived the attack? Can they find me here? I don’t even know where here is. And…why the hell do I have wings?
I don’t have time for this shit. I need to figure out what I am, where I am, and how to get out of here. Because I have a Hellgate to guard and my demons to search for, and nobody is going to stand in my way. Not even the Devil himself.
From the moment the rune appeared on my chin, I knew they were coming.
I’ve been hiding for so many years now, but it’s time to be found…whether I like it or not.
My sister is missing. The pack I’ve sworn fealty to is useless in trying to find her. And I can’t help but feel like the hunt for answers is putting me on a collision course with everything I’ve been running from.
The runes are calling, but I know that beacon of power will bring him too. The one who’s been hunting me, who’s been killing my kind since long before I was born. I need to find my sister and warn off my mysterious Sept before death comes for us all.
I’ve been living in the shadows for so long, I don’t know if I can bare the light anymore. I guess it’s time to find out once and for all.
Ready or not Sept, here I come.
It’s no longer a question of who I can trust—the answer is no one. Now, it’s about survival.
I’m in the heart of the Order, trying to solve a series of mysterious disappearances, while doing everything that I can not to become bait.
Enemies are circling, and they can’t seem to decide if they see me as a pawn or as a threat. Oh, and there’s that little issue of being tethered to Rogan, who I now want to kill.
It’s time to figure out just what I’m capable of though. Because fool me once...shame on you. But fool me twice...and I will crush your bones to dust.
My name is Lennox Osseous, and I’m about to unleash the wrath of the Bone Witch.
What do you do when you thought it was all over, only to realize it's all just begun?
I looked into Rogan Kendrick’s eyes, told him I loved him…and then I died.
So how the hell am I standing naked in the middle of a morgue, doing my best not to freak the fuck out?
I’m a Bone Witch, or at least I was before Rogan bound us together. Blood magic now flows through my veins too, and I think somehow the man I shouldn’t love, the one who betrayed me, who couldn’t choose me…has saved me.
If the High Council finds out they’ll hunt us, and they won’t be the only ones. A certain bastard demon did promise to see me soon.
I don’t know exactly what the hell is going on, but I do know this: My name is Lennox Osseous and it’s time to show them why you don’t fuck with the Bone Witch.