Novel & Cerita Ashfur Warriors

Mistulang parang binaha ng dugo ang malawak na lupain ng Ashcroft dahil sa libong libong patay na siyang nakahandusay at nagkalat sa iba’t ibang parte ng lupain. “Sugod mga kasama!” Sigaw ni Reyna Sapphire at Reyna Louvier ng mapagtantong malapit na sa kanilang posisyon ang ibang mga kawal ng Shein sa pangunguna ni Prinsipe Farjeon at Henerala Zani.

My fingers unrolled it across the table. Several commanders stepped closer. The entire training ground leaned forward. The mountain range stretched across the parchment. Red markings covered enemy positions. Blue markings represented ours, I pointed toward the largest red mark. "Ashfang." Instant hostility spread through the crowd. Ashfang was the strongest among the woodland packs. The oldest, the most arrogant. I moved my finger. "Riverclaw." Another mark. "Stonehide." Another. "Blackpine." Another. "Silverroot." The final one.

A low growl ripped through the silence. The warriors stiffened, weapons drawn. From the mist between the trees, a wolf lunged, but not like any wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was streaked with ash and shadow, its eyes burning with the same blue light as the runes. Symbols were carved into its skin, glowing as if alive. “Back!” Kael barked, shoving me behind him as he shifted halfway, claws ripping from his hands. The wolf hit hard, slamming into two warriors and sending them sprawling. It fought like a creature possessed, faster and stronger than anything natural.

“Shift when ready, Kael. Show us your heart.” Kael nodded, his body rippling as he shifted, bones cracking softly, fur sprouting in a fluid transformation. Ash emerged—a towering gray wolf, his scarred muzzle held high, eyes wary but steady. He padded toward Ember, sniffing the air, his presence commanding yet cautious. The pack murmured, some shifting to wolves to observe, their tails wagging with interest. Ember circled Ash, her claws sparking as she tested his stance. “You move with purpose,” Alya’s voice growled through Ember, rich with intrigue. “Let’s see your fight.”

I didn't swipe them away. They needed to witness that even warriors cry. That even Lunas bleed. That strength isn't hiding your pain — it's showing up anyway. — Later, when I was able to stand again, Asher was there. He said nothing at first. He just looked at me like I'd just come back from the dead. His eyes were red-rimmed. I'd never seen him so afraid. "You weren't supposed to do that," he said finally, his voice low and rough.

Tires exploded one after another, like they were hit from underneath. “What the—” Sera didn’t finish her sentence. Her eyes locked onto something outside. Eight huge men were charging at us from the north. They carried silver spears and chains. Their eyes were full of bloodlust. Before we could react, four spears landed near our tires, trapping us in place. Without waiting, Asher jumped out of the car. His body shifted fast, bones cracking, muscles stretching. In seconds, he was a wolf again. He growled, baring his sharp teeth.

Something like burnt fur and iron. The cursed wolves stood just beyond the Ashfang boundary, hulking and twisted. Their fur was mottled with black streaks, and their eyes… gods, their eyes. Glowing amber, rimmed in red. Eyes that no longer belonged to anything sane. Silas was already there, in wolf form—his coat darker than shadow, his silver eyes narrowed and ready. Three of our warriors flanked him in formation, but none moved. Not yet. The cursed wolves didn’t advance.

Looking at him coldly, Ash said, "Because you’re not worth my time." The group was floored at these words and then saw the giant wolf charging toward them. It opened its jaw, exuding a foul stench of blood and decay as it swiftly closed in on them. It was only now that they realized Ash's plan. He had no intention of killing them himself and wanted to have the wolf devour them. "No!" Witnessing their former ally turn into a monstrous creature and attack them, they were frozen with fear, unable to act. With horrifying screams, they were torn to shreds, and their blood sprayed everywhere. Once these level nine warriors were eliminated, the remaining soldiers were nothing to them.

I fell to my knees beside him, brushing back his fur with shaking hands. "Dad," I whispered, voice thick. "I’ve got you. Just hold on." His wolf eyes met mine, filled with pain but also pride. "You did well, pup..." his voice rasped in my mind. "But it's not over." I looked around at the warriors gathering the wounded, at Louis limping toward me with his arm around Asher, both bruised and bloodied but alive. Aria was beside them, her face pale but determined as she helped a fallen warrior shift back to human form.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to