Novel & Cerita Ashfur And Scourge

Scars. Hundreds of them. Ritual scars. Burn marks. Claw wounds that never healed right. Someone carved power into him and then left him to rot in it. Maereth coughs, blood spilling down her chin, but her eyes are still sharp when they find mine. “Listen to me,” she gasps. “It’s him. Ash-blood. He’s been feeding on anchors—” “Still talking,” the hybrid murmurs, tilting his head. Amusement flickers across his ruined face. “That’s why they feared you.”

My voice trembled uncontrollably. "Stella! That's your father too! You're a monster!" I lunged for the urn again and again, fighting those guards with everything I had. Every time I was just about to grab it, they threw it somewhere else. My whole body shook. My heart was in my throat. I don't know how long passed before Hudson and Stella finally showed up. Hudson had a smile in his eyes. Stella looked at him with nothing but indulgence. "You put on quite a show."

Of ruin. I couldn’t breathe now. My whole body shook. My knees buckled. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Monn Goddess….The trauma hit like a storm! The first rogue attacked. A huge black wolf lunged straight at us. Asher was faster. Like lightning, he leapt and clawed hard, slamming the rogue to the ground. The sound of bones breaking cracked the air, followed by a painful howl. The second and third came from the side.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Ash! Stop! This isn't the mission! You told me the mission was to save the world, not burn it!" Rhea’s voice was raw, a jagged sound that tore through the freezing, violet-tinted mist of the Wastes. She was huddled in the sapphire rubble, her fingers digging into the permafrost until her nails bled. Above her, suspended in the center of the swirling rift, was the creature that had once been the Alpha of the Silverfangs. Ash Ryder was no longer a man; he was a monument of obsidian and ultraviolet light. His grey furs had been replaced by a jagged armor of shadow-matter, and his eyes—those beautiful, haunted grey eyes—were now twin suns of predatory violet radiation.

On the right flank, chaos erupted. A massive black wolf, Ashren, burst from the bushes. He hit the Hounds with the force of a freight train. He didn't bother shifting fully; he was a blur of fur and claws. He tore the rifle from one Hound's hands and tossed him aside. "Clear!" I shouted. Drax stood up from behind the log. He looked pale, sweating profusely, but he managed a grin. "Took you long enough," Drax grunted. "I was about to get bored."

She has never hated Selene’s creatures, but now, she could see what Aspa meant when she said that they were monsters; indeed, they are. Right before Hades could grow limp, Aron appeared from behind and attacked Asher, stabbing him with a spear. Hades dropped from his hand then, and Asher staggered back. It was an angelic warrior spear, and he could feel the strength he had gotten drastically draining. “Fuck,” he cursed, and placed his hand on the spear, although it hurt like hell, he yanked it out and dropped it on the ground. His blood-red eyes went to Aron, and he said, “You shouldn’t have done that.” He disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared right in front of Aron, and kicked him

Something about them looked off. "Sharra will see you now," Scotch said. His voice was entirely void of character and his brilliant orange wings had faded to dull umber. Worse, he mentioned Sharra. Rave and Scotch had become Akuma, soulless demon creatures. Rave took hold of Jesse, but Jesse forced himself from the gargoyle's grasp. "Let me go." Scotch tried to grab me, but I scooted out of the way as Troy half shifted and ripped off the gargoyle's arm. He didn't even flinch.

"we are more than you, you know." With a feral growl, Luna Launched at Arachne, her claws extended. Arachne met her attack with a swipe of her own, their claws clashing with a burst of dark and light energy. Asher joined the fray, attacking from the side, his jaws snapping at Arachne's arm.

​A blur of silver-tipped black fur hits him like a falling meteor. ​Kai is there. Atlas roars to life, his massive form rippling with pure, unadulterated Alpha fury as he tackles the scout mid-air. They hit the dirt in a tangle of limbs. Atlas doesn't hesitate; his jaws lock onto the rogue's throat, tearing the flesh in a brutal, wet spray of dark blood. ​The scout crumples instantly.

Smoke slithered between his teeth as he whispered in a language not meant for the living. Scourge. I didn’t waste time. I launched. The first one barely moved before I was on him claws to his throat, weight collapsing him to the asphalt. My claws sank through his hood and flesh with ease. Blood jetted hot across my chest. Black. Not red. Reeking of ash and rot. I didn’t care. I twisted my hand and tore. Something screamed. Not just him something inside me reacted, like I’d just ripped into a soul and not a man.