Ashfur And Scourge Novels & Stories

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

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.

Werewolf Pack Names Hawthorne (HAW-thorn) – The legacy pack, known for producing leaders and warriors, respected and feared across all werewolf lineages. Runebound (ROON-bound) – A mystic pack steeped in ancient rituals and protective runic magic; known for their seers and shamans. Nightveil (NYT-vayl) – Enigmatic and elusive, they prefer operating in shadows; known for being assassins and spies. Ashfang (ASH-fang) – Born of blood and fire, this aggressive and fiercely loyal pack thrives on combat and dominance. Silverclaw (SIL-ver-klaw) – Honorable and traditional, this old-blood pack guards the ancient laws and enforces the old ways.

“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

They plunged at him, but Arthur met them with a sharp precision, his fangs closing against the throat of the first, ripping into the flesh and tossing the limp body aside. “We have to retreat. They are coming in too deep,” One of the hollow moon warriors shouted from behind. Arthur snarled, baring his teeth at them. He’s not letting them get any closer to her. The forest shook from behind them, a deep growl silencing the crowd as the ground shook. All of the wolves stopped moving, moving back slowly to form a formation. And out of the woods came a wolf, but it did not look like an ordinary wolf. It had pale eyes and no fur on the head; it was a scarring sight to behold.

The acrid scent of burning wires hung thick. Natalie rose, coughing, scanning the damage. “All down,” Cassandra confirmed. “We got them.” “No backup power,” Adrian said. “We fried the whole system.” Natalie’s heart pounded in her chest. “That was the last of them.” But in her gut, she knew it wasn’t the end. Just a delay. Aftermath They surfaced an hour later, coated in dust and ash. Natalie stared across the dunes—empty and vast. “We’ve cut the snake’s head off twice now,” Cassandra said. “How many heads does it have?”

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."