The Witch Academy of Ash Box Set: The Witch Academy of Ash

By R.L. Wilson

I can't catch a break.

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any crazier, I'm thrust into the middle of a Reverse Harem. Twin brothers whom I like and Kenny who has stolen my heart and there's no turning back now.

But that's not even the worst part. I'm accused of a crime that I didn't commit, and I must prove my innocence. As a freshman, I have the worst reputation on this campus. And let's not forget, I'm running out of time to save my love from a life in prison.

I won't let anyone or anything stand in the way of clearing my name and protecting the ones I love.

Enjoy the entire journey of Ronnie as she attempts to clear her name and gain her freedom from the evil Prince.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.L.Wilson
• Release date: May 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215648148

R.L. Wilson

From early life R.L. started writing short stories. Raised on Star Trek, E. T. and Ghost Busters, she found herself infatuated with imagination. Her writing is influenced by many, with J. K. Rowling being the most influential. When she is not writing or plotting her next book, she spends time with her husband, three children and two cats.

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The Witch Academy of Ash Box Set

The Witch Academy of Ash Box Set

R.L. Wilson

Copyright © 2023 by R.L. Wilson All rights reserved.

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Thank you for purchasing Phantom Light

Thank you to all my supporters, friends, Arc group, and beta readers for encouraging me, even on the days when I wanted to throw the towel in.

Special thanks to my many mentors. Your mentorship is invaluable. You kept me motivated, gave me advice, and never asked for anything in return. The world needs more people like you.

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Special thanks to my husband and kids who stayed up late listening to my ideas and being alpha readers. I hope to make you guys proud of me.

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Last but not Least I have to thank God for giving me the strength and the courage to keep striving.

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R.L.Wilson

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Author Note

I feel compelled to say that this is a Slow-burn Academy RH romance. If you love all the delicious tension of a budding relationship. And want to be practically screaming for it when they finally get it on, this book is for you.

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If you are looking for a steamy, kinky book with lots of sex. Please reconsider reading this book. I don’t want to disappoint readers, you will be disappointed if you are looking for tons of sex. This is an adventure the sex will come eventually…

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You’ve been warned. If you are still here for it. Please read on.

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Cheers,

R.L. Wilson

Phantom Light

Blurb

Being a witch is a blessing. Learning how to use my gifts will take a miracle.

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My life is a train wreck. Between running from truant officers, stealing food to survive, and the stress of being one of the have-nots, it’s a miracle I’ve made it this far.

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When an opportunity to attend an elite academy presents itself, I know it’s a long shot, but so is surviving these streets alone. No one is more surprised than me when I’m accepted. Now, all I have to do is stay out of trouble, but within days, that proves more difficult than I expected.

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My roommate hates me. I piss off the headmaster. And worst of all, my best friend is found dead. That changes everything.

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Something dark and dangerous lurks on campus grounds. I can feel it to my core. Now, all that matters is I find the killer and try not to fall for three hot mages. They’re a distraction I don’t need.

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Welcome to my freshman year at the Witch Academy of Ash, where love, murder, and magic are unexpected parts of the curriculum!

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Shadow Light

Blurb

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Monster Light

Blurb

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Epilogue

Also by R.L. Wilson

Stalk Me

Prologue

My eyes snap open to drops of cool water hitting my face. I glance up to the ceiling and notice the small hole now dripping rain down my cheeks. Two, three, four drips, I count. Then a boom of lightning strikes across the morning skies. The only thing dancing through my brain is how to get food today. The leaking roof is another reminder of my un-habitable living conditions.

I haven’t seen my mother in a week or more. She frequently goes out on her drug binges. She comes home when she can’t find another way to get her drugs. Meanwhile, I’m running from truant officers and stealing to feed myself. Not that I can’t; I’m sixteen now. It was much harder when I was seven.

I riffle through my garbage bag filled with my clothing. Besides the small television and a mattress on the floor, the apartment is empty. I’d been an orphan since six in a way. Mother comes and goes as she pleases. But this apartment is the worst; it’s practically an abandoned building. No other tenants except me and mother. But we don’t pay any rent. I have to run an extension cord from the hallway to have electricity. Mother hasn’t paid the bill in months. I flick a glance over at the overflowing pile of termination notices. I hold back the unshed tears that pain the back of my eyeballs.

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Cradling the one picture I have left of grandma brings solace to my soul. When she was alive, at least I ate and had a fresh set of clothing. Now I’m stuck washing clothes in the sink by hand.

My I-phone buzzes, breaking the silence. I grab my phone from the bed. An email notification appears on my phone screen. I wonder if it’s from my mother. That’s me dreaming; she’d never send me an email. The headline says Academy. I try to calm the adrenaline that pulses through me as I wait for the email to load.

Congratulations! We have accepted you into Witch Academy of Ash, the email reads. Suddenly, rapid flutters invade my chest as my eyes bulge. I read the email again. This is surreal. I can’t believe it. I got into the Witch Academy. This means three meals and a warm place to stay. I let out a strong squeal, screaming out of happiness.

I stand to my feet as the floor beneath me creaks. The growl of my stomach means that I require food. Even the ecstatic joy I feel doesn’t drown out the hunger in my abdomen. I ate nothing last night. As I shuffle to the bathroom, still wiping the mucus from my eye, I hear the front door knob turn. I pause and cover my yawn. She finally came home. I turn around to momma’s face, a sheer horror gracing it. Hurry up! We have to go! They’re coming! she screams.

What? Who? I question, trembling at the sight of her face.

The guys, she says as she swiftly bolts the lock and chain on the door. The sudden surge of several footsteps pounding their way up the hall makes anxiety skitter down my back.

Shit! she yells, hazel brown eyes flittering. She races toward the bedroom. We have to go! she screams. I follow behind her, thinking about what I could grab to defend myself. At this point, we won’t make it out of the house.

Bam, bam, bam. Someone knocks on the door, followed by Open up, Sandy. We know you are in there.

Mother’s hand trembles while a stream of tears runs down her cheeks. What did you do? I whisper as we sit on the closet floor. Mother has gotten into plenty of trouble before, but no one has ever chased her. I realize this must be serious.

Maybe I can talk to them, I tell Mother as I rise to my feet.

No, she warns, grabbing my arm and pulls me back down to a sitting position on the floor. The banging on the door intensifies. The men are becoming impatient. I’m sure they are upset because they know mom is in here. They had to see her run in.

I fucked up, Mother says.

Grandma always said mother was a quiet witch with a mean streak. She was a good witch until she started using black magic. It robbed her of her personality and all her time, leaving me as an orphan, basically.

We’re going to move to Cleveland to live with Uncle Ron.

No, Mother, I whisper. I got into the Witch Academy of Ash.

What, so you are leaving me?

You’ve already left me.

Bang! A thunderous crash slices through the air. It’s the sound of whoever or whatever is chasing mother. They just forced their way into our house.

Come out, Sandy. We need to talk, a husky voice says.

Mother’s muffled screams are intensifying. We have to talk to these men. I’m sure mother didn’t kill their firstborn. They will give her a chance. The warmth of mother’s breath burns the back of my neck. She looks over my shoulder as I peep out of the closet door. The boards on the floor creak. I see three of them have entered the bedroom.

There’s nothing here besides a mattress.

She has to be in here, someone else says.

Beads of sweat run down my back. I hold my breath. Any second, they will kick in this door. From their dangerous appearance, we’re dead.

A swift pull of the door exposes the light. The faces of three dudes stare at mother and I.

The bulky dude with a gun at his side stares down at me. She has a child in here, he warns.

Come out. We just want to talk.

My gut says they want more than to talk, but I’m sure they won’t kill me.

I stand up with mother gripping my hand tightly. We both walk out of the closet, shaking, the fear of death nipping at our heels.

As we shuffle out of the closet, another guy with blue eyes emerges from the living room.

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Sandy, we just want our money. Mother doesn’t say a word. She buries her face in on my shoulder. I don’t know why I was expecting her to protect me. She’s never been my protector. I’ve always stolen to feed her and myself.

How much does she owe? I question.

Three hundred dollars, the huskier one says.

Either she has to pay us or she has to talk to the boss. We don’t make the rules. We are just the enforcers, the skinny guy says.

I scurry to the closet and rush to the back. I locate my old, ripped jean jacket. I’d stashed it there so mother wouldn’t find it, otherwise it would have been gone. I dig down in the pocket and get the priceless piece of jewelry. The only thing I have left of grandma is her engagement ring. She had given it to me a few months before she died.

I thought I could hold on to it forever to remember her by. But I want to save mother’s life. I’m sure the ring is worth thousands.

I grab the ring and give it the one with green eyes. He looks a little nicer. Will this pay off her debt?

He holds the 1 carat flawless diamond in the light. A slight twinkle of a smile forms on his lips. He taps the husky one on the shoulder. Yeah, this will do.

A boulder releases from my shoulder. I feel like I’m not entering the mouth of a lion anymore. Quietly, they leave without harming me or mother.

Shit, that was a close one.

Chapter One

Iboard the bus, ready for the brief trip to Illinois to the elite Witch Academy. The first thing I notice is a female with spiky pink hair. The pink is loud; it sticks out like a sore thumb. The female appears to be about my age. Everyone else appears slightly older. I’m sure their high school days are over.

My eyes locked with hers, and she gives a friendly grin. I feel comfortable sitting near her, so I shuffle to the back and take a seat across from her, immediately noticing several piercings gracing her ear lobes. She even has her eyebrow pierced. I set my suitcase on the seat next to me. I dart a glance and see that she has a brown suitcase. She must be headed to the academy, or somewhere for a long visit.

I assume most students have parents to drop them off. Not me. All I have is my clothes, deodorant, and soap I had stolen from Walmart. Hopefully the school has toothbrushes and toothpaste or I’ll have to lift it from somewhere near campus.

After several awkward moments of silence, she extends her hand. Hi. I’m Shelly.

Hi, Shelly. I’m Ronielle, but I go by Ronnie.

Are you going to the Witch Academy in Chicago?

Yes. It’s a relief that she seems nice. Now I will at least know someone.

No parent to drop you off either? she questions.

I frown and shake my head.

No worries. It’s a new beginning.

By the look of her ragged clothes and worn suitcase, she has had a hard life, just like me. She is just the person I need: someone I can relate to.

I exit the bus with Wisconsin mud still stuck to my shoes. Standing in front of the massive building brings jitters to my body. I have always been labeled intellectually disabled because I missed so many days at school. But when you only have clean socks at home and nothing else to wear, you avoid school like the plague. Now I’m the first in my family to attend a prestigious Academy.

I grasp my old suitcase. We take the two-block hike to the prestigious school and stop at the gate just outside the doors. I give the buzzer a firm push and take in a heady sniff of the Illinois air. It’s a clean scent, as if the pollution here is non-existent.

The intercom rings like a bell, followed by a female voice. Can I help you?

We’re here to start school, I respond, then giggle with excitement.

There is a loud buzz. A few seconds later, the gates open. We step back as the ten-foot gates expand like a wide mouth. The gates of heaven have opened. Everything is crisp, different from my upbringing. The paved sidewalks lead to a huge glass door with the initials WAA. My eyes catch Shelly and her mouth is open. She’s nearly gasping. I guess she has never seen anything so immaculate either.

I hope I’m not around a bunch of rich snobs. I’m not taking any shit. I had my share of bullying when I was in middle school, which was one reason I dropped out. Now I’m just kicking ass and taking names.

As we enter the doors, the receptionist greets us. Hello, ladies, she says while staring at the computer. Okay, you are Ronielle Simms and Shelly Barker, she says as I stare at the flawless outfit she wears. She has style and a slim shape to go with her hot clothes. I want to dress like her when I get older. Her name tag says Ms. Berry.

Wait, how did you know that? Shelly questions.

You wouldn’t have gotten into the door if I didn’t know who you were. She winks while standing up from her seat. Follow me. Let’s get uniforms, she says as I stare down at my suitcase. I’m thrilled now. I don’t have to wear my crappy clothes all the time.

She ushers us down the hall. First you will speak with the assistant headmaster, Ms. Linda. She will give you your room number and go over the rules.

Shelly and I enter the office and the warmth brings more sweat to my palms. I can’t imagine that they are not hot in here. We take seats since the assistant headmaster isn’t in here.

What type of witch are you? Shelly questions.

A light fae from a long line of light faes.

Yeah, I’m a light fae too, she says as the door opens.

The person who I assume is the assistant headmaster enters the office with hair so red it resembles fire. Wrinkles grace her face, and she wears really thick glasses. I’m sure she uses hair dye. No way is a woman her age grey free.

Welcome to the prestigious school of witches. You will learn to cast spells, make potions, and ride brooms. If you are lucky enough to get through the next three years, you will graduate and become grand witches. She pushes her glasses closer to her eyes. Then lands her gaze on me and Shelly. Questions?

Yes, Shelly says. What time is class? When do we eat?

Calm down, young lady. The semester doesn’t start for five days. She clears her throat. You both have roommates who can show you around and tell you meal times and locations. No loud noise after 9 pm sharp, and be on time for class. Follow these rules and you will survive here.

The receptionist, Ms. Berry comes back with our uniforms, and we scurry out of her office. She is a mean witch. I can tell by her sharp tongue and razor-sharp claws. I’m here to get my diploma so I can get