Ashfur And Scourge Novels & Stories

"And where do you think you're going?" A voice said behind them and they turned. It was Charles and some other guys. There was this dangerous aura around him as he fixed his eyes on the trio. "You have to watch out for the demons. They'll be after you now that your identity has been revealed and they'll try to kill more humans than before to bring back the war beast as soon as possible..." Priestess Luciana's words rang a bell in Ashley's ears. Moving a step forward, she said, "What now? What do you want huh?". A smirk appeared on her lips as she questioned the confident looking Charles.

Though my clothes had been torn to shreds, I could still feel the amulet Rowena had given me snug around my neck. The thud of my feet hitting the ground lasted but a second and I was off, dashing through the individual battles that were raging, past burning cars and trampled gardens. I followed the pull in my gut, the one that ran soul deep until I spotted the wolf whose fur was as dark as Breyona’s, like he too was made from shadow. Asher in his wolf form, fighting against multiple enemies, was a sight to behold.

After a meeting was held between the top officials of the two countries, they decided to fight to their death. Yesterday, the ancient martial arts world, Dragun Squad, Klock, and the major Demigods joined forces to fight Apophis in a duel at Mount Rospids.

His big body fell with a knee and a lowered face dispirited also appeared to be praying for the deceased. Behind the dispirited, praying Beast being was Azra having knotted his long dreadlocks held Aghul’s talking head. “I need a name, who did this?!” Azra asked angrily holding Aghul’s head to his face. Aghul laughed. “Well… this is embarrassing. Every parts of my body were thrown out from me until I fell with only a head on the ground… and here I was hoping you came here for revenge.” He rolled his eyes to Aguda.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

I spit. I brace myself, ready for the blade to make contact with my skin, but the door creaks open. Then the scent hits me—familiar, intoxicating, and wrong. The smell of amber and cold ash follows a power that presses into the room, making my stomach turn. Something claws deep within me, not my wolf. Worse, something wounded that still knows his scent like a curse; it never finished whispering. Draven.

The sudden attack from the experienced fighter had thrown the rest off balance and they made way . " Now!!" He shouted , his breath very heavy. Chloe broke on her heels, running as fast as her weak body could carry . She could only picture Sophia running in this manner . She never stopped for a bit until she heard the loud howl of a wounded wolf. She fell on the floor and looked back. There were out of sight. " Roar!!" A roar came this time. At the instant, she knew who it was. Badmus.

His silver-white fur shimmered under the moon's glow as he bared his sharp fangs, his eyes burning with determination. Beside Tigreal, Seraphine exuded an ethereal beauty and grace. Her pristine white and brown fur contrasted with streaks of silver, and her piercing blue eyes shimmered with a mix of confidence and determination. She moved with the agility and precision of a predator, her fangs glistening as she engaged her foes. Xirza, known for his strategic mind and cunning, fought alongside Tigreal. His pure white fur blended with the skies, and his amber eyes gleamed with mischief. He danced around his enemies, his movements swift and calculated, orchestrating the battlefield with tactic

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

His teeth connected, and the creature shrieked—a sound that tore through the forest like a blade, shaking the trees. The team tightened their formation, their attacks coordinated as they drove the creature back. Aurora’s senses sharpened, her wolf instincts guiding her. She felt the creature’s energy weaken with each strike, its smoky aura thinning. With a final, desperate lunge, she leaped, her jaws closing around its neck. The creature’s form collapsed, dissolving into ash that scattered on the wind. The forest fell silent, the oppressive energy retreating, though a faint hum lingered. Panting, the team shifted back to human form, pulling on clothes from their packs. Mikhail’s amber eyes s