Ashfur And Scourge Novels & Stories

After that, there was chaos. There were some driven crazy by the constant torture and they started a killing spree, killing anything that looked remotely human, but there was one unlike the rest of them. He didn't have a single scar; he was completely fine, even handsome. You would think he was a normal person if not for his eyes. They looked lifeless and at the same time murderous. He moved quickly through the mess of horrifying screams and blood. He was like a ghost that was floating.

Their hands intertwined, and together, they stood under the stars and the promise of a future filled with love, trust, and everything they had ever dreamed of. Suddenly, The howls echoed through the woods and made the air feel heavy. Azrael stiffened as his protective instincts kicked in. He pulled Zafira and Raffy closer to him and held them tightly. The howls kept getting louder and were coming from different directions. Zafira looked at Azrael, feeling scared. "Are they from our pack?" she asked. Azrael's face hardened, "No, they’re rogues." Zafira’s heart raced, "Rogues?". She got broad knowledge about the werewolf world and also knew who Rogues were.

"I found you. Please… let me explain. I know I've owed you far too much these past seven years…" The man who once took pride in his perfect appearance now stood disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes and a shadow of a beard betraying sleepless nights and long travel. I yanked my hand back, gaze fixed somewhere beyond him. "There's nothing left to explain. You love Lucy—there's no shame in that. I've stepped aside. You don't need to feel guilty." Before the words had even settled, he blocked my path again, eyes blazing with desperation on the edge of madness.

''You witnessed the old lad sentenced to his early grave, Smith, don't you? ''Jack has his cunning ways, ma'am,'' said the second Lieutenant, Scott, ''I was a survivor of the team that drove the Black-Maria to execute Jack before the deadly Mafia attacked us and hijacked him from us.'' Scott fixed his gaze on Miriam's countenance and hoped he had crushed her claim. ''To be honest, though,'' Scott continued, ''i'm not quite aware of what became of Jack after the mafia attacked us in the Gobi desert. But my gut tells me that he was the mastermind behind the attack. The old bastard must have run loose afterwards.''

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.

How could I guarantee the souls meant for the afterlife would no longer be detained? "Kaida, duck!" Asher’s frantic warning came far too late. I felt the lash of the Raktabija strike my face with searing impact. Pain lanced sharply through me, and I let out a shrill, shattering scream that made the earth rock more violently than the weight of the beast's chase. **** ASHER

Hope flickers across his face. He shifts his stance slightly, preparing to fire again. That is his mistake. Rage replaces pain so abruptly that it almost feels like relief, something violent and feral igniting inside my chest, overriding the poison, overriding the weakness, overriding the part of me that knows I should not survive this. My claws extend fully, bone pushing through skin with a sharp, violent shift, the transformation incomplete but more than enough to remind him that wolves do not die quietly. I lunge. The world narrows to impact.

"Joshua! You're the one who drove a wedge between us! I'm going to kill you!" "Watch out!" Talia screamed and threw herself in front of me. The blade sank cleanly into her abdomen, and blood bloomed across her clothes. "Talia…" Adam froze. The knife slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor. Talia staggered, gripping his collar, hatred and resolve burning in her eyes. Then, she grabbed the fallen knife and plunged it into him. She kept stabbing him, over and over, until he collapsed, motionless. I didn't move. I couldn't intervene as it all happened in a blur.

Aurora nodded, blades ready. Asmada Ezra let out a frustrated scream, summoning two more hybrid creatures from the treeline. They were grotesque, their bodies stitched together with dark spells and raw muscle. Draven and Aurora exchanged a look—an understanding passing between them without words. They moved as one. Draven charged the hybrids, slicing one down with a brutal swing of his sword. Blackened blood sprayed across the ground, sizzling where it landed. Aurora danced around the second, her blades flashing. She found the weak points—the stitched seams—and tore them apart with precise, lethal strikes.