Ashfur X Scourge Novels & Stories

It was because I would not buy him expensive toys or let him play on his phone without finishing his homework. The biggest reason was my refusal to allow Leia to be his mother. Even so, when I noticed the slab that was about to fall, I rushed forward without hesitation to shield him with my arms. The slab struck me on my head and left a gaping wound. But he pushed me away and grabbed Leia’s hand. He asked her with a concerned look on his face if she was scared. Williams Taylor burst in with a gas mask, and he was the first to rush over. He got hold of the only gas mask and handed it to Leia.

Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack. Damon and Scar came rushing out of the woods to intercept them. Shane spun and noticed the attack just as Damon came leaping at him with fangs bared. But he only had time to get Shane down on his back before she barreled headfirst into him, knocking him away before she whispered words to hold him down.

Metal dented under my back, the impact jarring my bones. “You’re dead,” Scar spat, aiming a hook at my face. I ducked, his fist grazing my cheek, and countered with an uppercut that sent him reeling. My wolf howled, savoring the violence, but I kept it caged. No claws. No teeth. Not here.

That instant, something snapped inside of me and without thinking, I lunged towards him. My fist connected with his cheekbone. The impact was sharp and satisfying as I watched him stagger backwards. “You think you can humiliate me?” I spat, shoving him into the wall. “You think you’re better than me? You’re nothing, Jace! Nothing!” I yelled, connecting my fist to his face again. He didn’t fight back and that infuriated me more. “Say something bastard." I yelled, grabbing his head with both hands before I finally sent it into the wall.

The impact threw her back several steps, boots skidding through mud. “You’re slower,” he hissed, slashing again. “Distracted.” She parried, spun, kicked him square in the chest. “You’re sloppy,” she shot back. “Desperate.” Rafael stumbled—then laughed. “Desperate?” he echoed. “You haven’t seen desperate.” Darkness poured from him. Not shadow—corruption. It crawled along the ground, choking roots, blackening leaves. Aurelia felt Hellspawn’s stench instantly, bile rising in her throat.

My voice trembled uncontrollably. "Stella! That's your father too! You're a monster!" I lunged for the urn again and again, fighting those guards with everything I had. Every time I was just about to grab it, they threw it somewhere else. My whole body shook. My heart was in my throat. I don't know how long passed before Hudson and Stella finally showed up. Hudson had a smile in his eyes. Stella looked at him with nothing but indulgence. "You put on quite a show."

"Why did you always have the good things, hunh? You should have never been born, Lily! You're my bane and I want you cut you off once and for all!" "Your hatred will only lead you to your grave, Audrey!" I was trying to get to her. "No! I will send you to your grave, right here!" But alas. With a furious battle cry, Audrey lunged at me, her claws extending like sharp blades. I quickly used my wings spreading wide to shield me from her attack. We clashed in mid-air, feathers and fur flying as we struggled for dominance. Ashtarah's power flowed into Audrey, making her incredibly strong and quick. She easily dodged my attacks with careful movements. But I wasn't giving up. I knew I had to defea

I stumbled when I tried to stand up because of Afvshaganifs's disjointed hand clinging onto and groping my leg! I fired an enchantment at the churlish creepy thing and chased after the two again. Although on my way, I enchanted Afvshaganifs' ax into a bouquet of roses when he strikes it to Hessuel, Hessuel still attacks him in response. Tired of other ideas, I bump into Hessuel and roll over the grass with him until I predominate on top—pinning his hands with my enchasts.

He wasn't sure, but this was not a normal wound. No, he wouldn't collapse. Not here. Not with her still in danger. Ash forced himself upright, lunging for the rogue that had struck him. His jaws closed around its skull, and he bit down until bone crunched and the body went limp. The remaining rogues hesitated. Kira didn't. She moved like an avenging angel, blades a silver blur as she cut through two more in quick succession. Her face was a mask of cold fury, and Ash felt something primal and possessive roar through him at the sight.

scar. "I got this that very same night everything happened from a rogue attack. There were at least eight of them. I almost died." "And why are you telling me? Am I supposed to care?" "I thought it was the goddess’s way of getting back at me…I-I thought I was being punished...but I think it was her way of leading me straight back to you.” His hand drifted to the wound on his neck, finger gentle gliding down the length of it. “It might not matter to you now, but I didn't finish the ceremony, I couldn't mark Katya or have her mark me…hell, I couldn’t even look at her.”