Ashfur Warriors Novels & Stories

Ashur said leading them into the woods. As soon as he hit the tree line. He jumped and shifted standing there waiting for the other 2. They shifted and joined him and the three started running toward the river. Ashur was trailing never taking his eyes off the 2 wolves, when suddenly he was hit from the side. The force from the hit knocked Ashur into a tree, bouncing his head off of it knocking him out cold. SHABA…

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

Asher responded with a snarl, his massive form charging forward with terrifying speed. They collided. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the air, cracking the earth beneath them. Trees groaned in protest as if the forest itself was about to shatter. Seraphina’s white wolf lashed out, her claws raking across Asher’s black fur, but he countered with his own swipe, his claws tearing into her side. They rolled, their massive bodies colliding in a blur of white and black, their power sending ripples of energy through the very ground beneath them.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

Ash had been only two years old when Authority had first rose to power within the White Wolf Clan. His father create a group had created a group, a political movement, called the Authority. The authority believed fanatically in the superiority of the White Clan race due to their blood and sought the complete destruction of all members of Black Wolf Clan creatures and thus all the other Clans. The authority viewed them as inferior, pests that had infected this world, and considered it their Holy mission to ensure they got exterminated. At first his great grand father stand against Black Wolf Clan had by the majority been seen as radical but the other members had gained more and more members,

Hayden's POV The forest was filled with the sound of pounding feet, snapping branches, and sharp snarls. The Ashwolf was fast. Faster than I’d imagined. But we were faster, thanks to the brutal training I’d put myself and my warriors through. We were able to stay close. Too close for it to vanish. Too close for it to even breathe. “Fan out! Don’t let it double back!” I barked. It suddenly leapt into a thick patch of trees, forcing us to split. Alex veered left, Jason stayed with me, and the other three warriors circled to the right.

Damien had spent the last three hours in peace talks between the Snowfall Shifters and the Black Forest Wolf pack. The names these guys give themselves He'd had his gun loaded with silver, ready for things to go pear-shaped, but fortunately nothing had happened. Still, he felt safe enough to holster his gun only now that he was back at headquarters. Werewolves and other corruptions had tempers and serious aggression issues.

The Imperial Commander drew his broadsword, his face twisting in rage as he realized his rear guard was being dismantled by a handful of mountain wolves. He kicked his horse toward me, swinging his blade in a lethal downward arc. I ducked beneath the whistling steel, feeling the wind of his blade graze my hair. Before he could pull his horse around for a second strike, a massive, dark shadow leaped straight over my head from behind. It was Asher. He was in half-shift—his golden eyes blazing like fire, thick dark fur running along his forearms, long black claws tearing through his leather gloves. He slammed into the Commander’s horse, bringing the massive warhorse crashing to the wet ground i