For nearly a thousand years, the Ashcroft Coven has lived in secret within the ancient halls of Ashcroft Manor, hidden deep in the Yorkshire Moors. Led by the wise Lord Edmund Ashcroft and the compassionate Lady Evangeline Ashcroft, the family has built a reputation as one of Europe's oldest and most respected vampire covens. When three newborn vampires—Eleanora Swan, Hazel Woods, and McKenzie Davis—are welcomed into the family, they must learn to navigate immortality with the help of Theodore Moretti, Ivan Pierce, Arthur Blackwell, and Lady Anya Ashcroft. But the Ashcrofts' peaceful existence is interrupted when an unexpected invitation arrives from Volterra. As old alliances are tested, powerful gifts awaken, and long-buried secrets come to light, the Ashcroft Coven finds themselves drawn into the world of the Volturi. In a society built on fear and power, they must decide how far they're willing to go to protect the family they've chosen—and whether kindness can survive in a world ruled by darkness. Some families are born. Others are found. The Ashcroft Coven is forever
McKenzie Davis Three months It had been three months since Ivan Pierce and Theodero Moretti vanished without a trace during a trip through Italy. The police had closed the investigation. The embassy had told their friends there was nothing more they could do. Everyone back home had slowly begun to accept that neither young man was ever coming back. Everyone... ...except Hazel Woods, Anya Moore, Eleanora Allen, and McKenzie Davis. The four friends refused to believe they had simply disappeared. For months they searched every town Ivan and Theodero had visited, questioned locals, hung missing-person flyers, and chased every rumor they could find. Nothing. Eventually, they ran out of money. "We need jobs," Hazel admitted one evening as they sat around the tiny apartment they were sharing in Italy. "Temporary ones," McKenzie agreed. "Just enough to keep us here a little longer." "I'll look online," Eleanora volunteered. No one objected. She'd always been optimistic. An hour later, Eleanora burst into the room holding her phone. "I found one!" Anya looked up from the couch. "What kind?" "Administrative assistants! It pays really well, housing's included, and they need four people!" Hazel smiled for the first time all day. "Seriously?" Eleanora nodded enthusiastically. "I already emailed them!" "...Already?" "They answered almost immediately." She proudly held up the confirmation email. Your application has been accepted. Report to the address below at sunset. Confidentiality required. McKenzie frowned. "That was... fast." The following evening, the four friends arrived outside an enormous, centuries-old building hidden behind ancient walls in Volterra. "It looks more like a museum than an office," Anya whispered. "No," Hazel said, studying the towering stone walls. "It looks like a castle." Before anyone could knock... The massive stone doors slowly opened by themselves. Standing inside were several impossibly pale people dressed in black. None of them smiled. None of th
Eleonora Ver Three months It had been three months since Ivan Pierce and Theodero Moretti vanished without a trace during a trip through Italy. The police had closed the investigation. The embassy had told their friends there was nothing more they could do. Everyone back home had slowly begun to accept that neither young man was ever coming back. Everyone... ...except Hazel Woods, Anya Moore, Eleanora Allen, and McKenzie Davis. The four friends refused to believe they had simply disappeared. For months they searched every town Ivan and Theodero had visited, questioned locals, hung missing-person flyers, and chased every rumor they could find. Nothing. Eventually, they ran out of money. "We need jobs," Hazel admitted one evening as they sat around the tiny apartment they were sharing in Italy. "Temporary ones," McKenzie agreed. "Just enough to keep us here a little longer." "I'll look online," Eleanora volunteered. No one objected. She'd always been optimistic. An hour later, Eleanora burst into the room holding her phone. "I found one!" Anya looked up from the couch. "What kind?" "Administrative assistants! It pays really well, housing's included, and they need four people!" Hazel smiled for the first time all day. "Seriously?" Eleanora nodded enthusiastically. "I already emailed them!" "...Already?" "They answered almost immediately." She proudly held up the confirmation email. Your application has been accepted. Report to the address below at sunset. Confidentiality required. McKenzie frowned. "That was... fast." The following evening, the four friends arrived outside an enormous, centuries-old building hidden behind ancient walls in Volterra. "It looks more like a museum than an office," Anya whispered. "No," Hazel said, studying the towering stone walls. "It looks like a castle." Before anyone could knock... The massive stone doors slowly opened by themselves. Standing inside were several impossibly pale people dressed in black. None of them smiled. None of th
Anya Moore Ver Three months It had been three months since Ivan Pierce and Theodero Moretti vanished without a trace during a trip through Italy. The police had closed the investigation. The embassy had told their friends there was nothing more they could do. Everyone back home had slowly begun to accept that neither young man was ever coming back. Everyone... ...except Hazel Woods, Anya Moore, Eleanora Allen, and McKenzie Davis. The four friends refused to believe they had simply disappeared. For months they searched every town Ivan and Theodero had visited, questioned locals, hung missing-person flyers, and chased every rumor they could find. Nothing. Eventually, they ran out of money. "We need jobs," Hazel admitted one evening as they sat around the tiny apartment they were sharing in Italy. "Temporary ones," McKenzie agreed. "Just enough to keep us here a little longer." "I'll look online," Eleanora volunteered. No one objected. She'd always been optimistic. An hour later, Eleanora burst into the room holding her phone. "I found one!" Anya looked up from the couch. "What kind?" "Administrative assistants! It pays really well, housing's included, and they need four people!" Hazel smiled for the first time all day. "Seriously?" Eleanora nodded enthusiastically. "I already emailed them!" "...Already?" "They answered almost immediately." She proudly held up the confirmation email. Your application has been accepted. Report to the address below at sunset. Confidentiality required. McKenzie frowned. "That was... fast." The following evening, the four friends arrived outside an enormous, centuries-old building hidden behind ancient walls in Volterra. "It looks more like a museum than an office," Anya whispered. "No," Hazel said, studying the towering stone walls. "It looks like a castle." Before anyone could knock... The massive stone doors slowly opened by themselves. Standing inside were several impossibly pale people dressed in black. None of them smiled. None of th
Hazel Woods Ver Three months It had been three months since Ivan Pierce and Theodero Moretti vanished without a trace during a trip through Italy. The police had closed the investigation. The embassy had told their friends there was nothing more they could do. Everyone back home had slowly begun to accept that neither young man was ever coming back. Everyone... ...except Hazel Woods, Anya Moore, Eleanora Allen, and McKenzie Davis. The four friends refused to believe they had simply disappeared. For months they searched every town Ivan and Theodero had visited, questioned locals, hung missing-person flyers, and chased every rumor they could find. Nothing. Eventually, they ran out of money. "We need jobs," Hazel admitted one evening as they sat around the tiny apartment they were sharing in Italy. "Temporary ones," McKenzie agreed. "Just enough to keep us here a little longer." "I'll look online," Eleanora volunteered. No one objected. She'd always been optimistic. An hour later, Eleanora burst into the room holding her phone. "I found one!" Anya looked up from the couch. "What kind?" "Administrative assistants! It pays really well, housing's included, and they need four people!" Hazel smiled for the first time all day. "Seriously?" Eleanora nodded enthusiastically. "I already emailed them!" "...Already?" "They answered almost immediately." She proudly held up the confirmation email. Your application has been accepted. Report to the address below at sunset. Confidentiality required. McKenzie frowned. "That was... fast." The following evening, the four friends arrived outside an enormous, centuries-old building hidden behind ancient walls in Volterra. "It looks more like a museum than an office," Anya whispered. "No," Hazel said, studying the towering stone walls. "It looks like a castle." Before anyone could knock... The massive stone doors slowly opened by themselves. Standing inside were several impossibly pale people dressed in black. None of them smiled. None of t