Ashfur Warriors Novels & Stories

Then, I threw on my robe and rushed downstairs. When I reached the foyer, the sight before me was overwhelming. Warriors were assembling in organized chaos, their armor glinting in the light. Some were strapping on weapons, others tightening belts or fastening boots. Shields leaned against the walls, swords in scabbards clinking as the men moved. In the middle of it all stood Asher, commanding the scene and barking orders. It was clear that he was angry. “Asher!” I called out, hurrying to him, nearly tripping over a discarded helmet. His head snapped toward me, and I froze for a second at the sheer fury in his eyes. But then I noticed it wasn’t directed at me.

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

Asher glanced at me and then nodded. “Good afternoon guys,” Asher said, his voice loud and clear. “The first snow has hit us, which means the winter is officially here. In less than a month we might be facing a fucking devastating war…” Loud murmurs spread through the warriors and hunters, everyone looking concerned. “Yes,” Asher nodded. “We will be facing not just werewolves, but even vampires and goddess know what else. I won’t try to sugarcoat it one bit but we’re pretty fucked up at the moment.”

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

for any supernatural creature, the first thing you do is try to size up a stranger. “There he is,” dad beams, greeting Ash and slapping him on the back. I look down at the ground and roll my eyes. They probably see each other all the time, they're hardly long lost friends. “Everyone! These are Ash’s boys, the infamous triplets! Hunter, Sklyer and River. Then we have Chance who is our best tracker and a weretiger, Shane our head warrior. We also have Drake and Simone, they’re fairies. I hope there’s enough critters in the woods for all of our appetites,” my dad laughs.

he barked, voice breaking. The command hit my wolf. My feet tried to obey. My chest exploded with pain. “No!” I screamed, and the word ripped out of me like a blade. The ash surged. Not drifting. Not swirling. Surging like a wave. It slammed into the creature, driving it back, pinning it against the ravine wall with a force that shook the rock. The creature thrashed, snarling, teeth snapping at air, but the ash held—thick, black, boiling.

Kent responded. “Okay then, I guess we have a place to start,” Ryder said. "Do you remember how many fighters he has?” “Not too many,” it was now Peter speaking, “maybe about one hundred to one hundred fifty rogues and about fifty of those are actual warriors that were banished, lone wolves or left their pack voluntarily. “How good are they?” Ryker asked. Peter snorted, “they will be no match for RedFang warriors.” “That’s all I need to know,” Ryker said, clapping and rubbing his hands together. “Caleb, come with me, we have teams to put together four teams to go on and find that asshole. Sorry, Ryder.” Ryker wrinkled his nose.

Alpha Dylan It’s been days since I last saw Enyo, my craving for her is getting beyond frantic. A few of the warriors caught Ashley throwing a bucket of liquid wolfsbane over that she-wolf Talia. They said the she-wolf was howling in pain, it stripped the skin from her arms and legs. Ashley’s fucking lost it if it wern’t for the pup I would have killed her before now.

Jasper starts to say as I stand but is interrupted by Afia. “We need no shelter, and we bring our food. We have come to help fight against this Army of the dark we have heard about.” The Alpha turns, yelling in a foreign language. To us, he says “We come to fight with the Gladiator King we need nothing but to spill the blood of our enemies.” The mass of warriors begins a chant, a war cry of sorts, or so it sounds like, raising their weapons and pumping them in the air. “Then please, come with us, we can find room for you and your men,” Jaspers says, beckoning them to follow us back to camp.