Ashfur And Scourge Novels & Stories

But he is also sad about something that happened in the past. He shakes his head as if trying to clear it. “What are you doing to me?” he asks me in an accusing voice. But everything falls in the background when in my visual field, I see something resembling a battle camp, and I see the aura of the rogue in the form of a wolf. The wolf-aura of the rogue is black while mine is silver-white, and the one of William’s is yellow. The black aura-wolf tries to attack the yellow aura-wolf, but my aura-wolf jumps between the two of them, protecting the yellow aura-wolf while trying to calm the other.

Mae’s power pulsed, uncontrolled, filling every corner of the ship with its glow. But the reprieve was short. The champion’s void-heart pulsed once, and the horde surged forward again, faster, hungrier, their claws slamming against the ramp with deafening force. “Hold the line!” Ashar roared, his blade igniting brighter, flames spreading across the deck as he carved through three at once.

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr

And even when they hadn't realized that fact, several monsters that had pulled out giant claws from their backs were approaching. “Grrr! RAWR!” “Your Highness!” Ashaf failed to carry out his main task of bringing Marya to safety, and instead, he swings his sword toward the monster that nearly pounced on Marya. "Die, you monsters!" Slash! “Huff… huff! On your left!” Marya shouted to Ashaf. Slash! Spurs! The blood splatter of the monsters that reek of corpses's smell covered Ashaf's face. The man immediately wiped his eye area from the splash.

He laughs, a cold detached sound that sends a chill down my spine. “You must excuse me laughing, but why would I want anything to do with such an insignificant pack as yours?” I growl at him, I might be young but he wont sit and disrespect my pack. “Don’t disrespect my pack, you might be a pack of legends but you are also a pack of many rumours” I spit the words at him, my wolf coming to the surface his rage mixing with mine as my aura swirls around me. Again he looks amused as he stares at me.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Sage struggled to his feet, wiping blood from his split lip. His eyes met Ash’s with a mix of defiance and surprise. He moved to say something, but Ash was already advancing, his movements swift and purposeful. The hallway became a battleground as the two alphas clashed. Ash’s strength and speed were unmatched, each blow resonating with the power of his rage. Sage, though formidable in his own right, found himself on the defensive. He dodged and countered with agility, but the ferocity of Ash’s attacks kept him off balance.

Cruelty, flowing like liquid off his body. Like a fountain of misery. That's what I saw in the aura of the man who would be Ash’s opponent as he walks to the center of the arena with expression devoid of even the basest emotions. Terror fills my lungs instead of air and the crowd is forced silent as the world holds its breath when their auras crash into each other the moment Ash reaches the center. These two are Alphas in the most primal sense; violence dressed in flesh—feral and focused on their prey.

he says, sneering at the patrols. “Do you really not know anything about vampires?” I ask, exasperated by the patrols. “You would all already be dead if he intended to kill you,” I snarl. “Stand down! NOW!” I say, putting the power of my Guardian aura behind it. It doesn’t just affect Kieran’s wolves, it also affects the two vampires that Asmodeus brought with him and I’m pretty sure he had to fight the desire to step back. I’m just about to speak again when I hear paws pounding against the ground. I turn just in time to see Samson leaping at Price Asmodeus. I reach out, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and yanking him back to my side.