Ashfur And Scourge Novels & Stories

His face is covered by black Iru with a slight of silver Iru that form a pattern like an eerie smiley face. “The Sword of Scum: Azatoth!”Alfi screams swinging that eerie sword of his to Leak. “You are just a natural moron! You blasphemous Starless! You are just a Starless! You have no place to say such a thing before my presence!” The black aura is gathering in Leak’s right hand, and he jabs Alfi’s body really hard. All of his minions are flying to Alfi with Wedhung and Tiak in their hands ready to cut his body. They are passing through his body that his body burst into a thick black smoke in the sky.

The cageborn paused, head tilting, as if considering him. Then it lunged. Kieran threw up his arms— and the cageborn slipped through them like smoke, striking his chest. Kieran screamed as black tendrils spread across his skin like frost burning hot. He collapsed, convulsing, eyes rolling back. “No!” I shouted, and the word tried to become panic— I crushed it into a decision. “OFF,” I said. Ash surged from the runes—black cinders lifting like a storm—slamming into the cageborn and ripping it off Kieran’s chest in a violent pull. The creature skidded across the floor, shrieking.

I refused to let up, pushing past the searing burn in my shoulder. Finally, one of the ethereal slashes connected, tearing a deep gash across the Scourge's torso. It shrieked—a sound of pure agony that was Cassius's signal. He exploded into motion, his blade a silver blur that severed one of the creature's legs in a single, powerful stroke.

he whispers, his eyes filled with determination. "Where are they? Amrafel, Caliope," I call out, searching for our companions. Within seconds, they materialize before us, their powerful auras cutting through the darkness. Amrafel's eyes are like twin flames, lighting up his face, while Caliope's gaze is as sharp as obsidian. "Ready to fight these dark creatures?" Amrafel asks, his voice low and steady. Caliope nods, her face set in grim resolve. I feel confident that we can do this and I nod as well.

I feel Tobias’ strong grip on my shoulder, but I push him away and let my aura fill the air, making him drop in submission. “Vaffanculo! Questo figlio di puttana mi ha mentito in faccia!” I punch Darius across the face, making him stumble backward, but he doesn’t try to hit me back. “Enough!” Asher shouts, pushing his aura out, matching mine in strength. “We are about to fight The Underground, and apparently some witches. Save your energy and your anger for them,” he says sternly. He blows out a breath and runs his hands through his pink hair. I feel my body relax slightly, and I let go of Darius’ shirt- shoving him back a couple feet.

“This isn’t right! Something is controlling them—” But she didn’t get to finish. A rogue lunged at her from behind, but before it could reach her, a white blur collided with it, sending it flying like a ragdoll. His fur radiated a faint, silver luminescence, and his eyes were sharp with both wisdom and caution. Freya gasped. "Why have you come—?" Ashenfur did not direct his gaze towards her. Instead, he growled at the horde of cursed rogues. "THIS IS NOT THEIR FAULT," the spirit rumbled. "THEY ARE BEING MANIPULATED BY A FORCE THAT HAS LONG BEEN AWAKENED."

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

My senses were heightened—every growl, every footstep, every shift in the wind was like a flare of light in the darkness. I could see Silas, his massive form cutting through the battle like a juggernaut. His wolf, Rafe, was a force of nature, moving with a sleek grace that only further underscored the sheer power they shared. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a symphony of destruction. Rafe’s fur was a dark, glistening black, with eyes that burned with the same fire that burned in Silas’ heart. The two were one—completely in sync—and it showed in every brutal strike they delivered to the rogues.

He can't take it anymore until he was able to break the chains, with all his force, and quickly rush to the rogue who is ready to touch his daughter's breast. Austin's sharpened claws show up to his fingers. Then in a swift move, he attacks the Rogue's back and digs his claw straight to the rogue's chest. The rogue was unable to react when he felt a pang of pain on his chest, and by looking at it, his heart was in a hold of a bloody hand. He had a hole on his left chest where Austin landed his sharp claws out of his front. The were-rogues got alerted when they saw those quick scenes, like a gush of wind being felt by the quick moments. Austin growled loudly and howled to send his message to