Ashfur X Scourge Novels & Stories

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

He finally understood the vast difference between him and Rogue. “GET OUT OF MY WAY!!” Rogue yelled and blitzed right through the contingent punching Ashlee in the face as he did, launching the poor man several meters into the sky, like a raging bull, he was on a stampede and would do anything to demolish his adversaries before they could demolish him.

His teeth connected, and the creature shrieked—a sound that tore through the forest like a blade, shaking the trees. The team tightened their formation, their attacks coordinated as they drove the creature back. Aurora’s senses sharpened, her wolf instincts guiding her. She felt the creature’s energy weaken with each strike, its smoky aura thinning. With a final, desperate lunge, she leaped, her jaws closing around its neck. The creature’s form collapsed, dissolving into ash that scattered on the wind. The forest fell silent, the oppressive energy retreating, though a faint hum lingered. Panting, the team shifted back to human form, pulling on clothes from their packs. Mikhail’s amber eyes s

**ASHER** I made my way to leave, already annoyed with how my night with Aurora ended—a disaster. I told her I wanted her and I meant every part of it. If it wasn’t for her stubbornness and the bastard in the woods, I would’ve had a taste of her. I shook my head vigorously, trudging my way up the stones as I tried to rid myself of her scent. It was practically edged into my senses, forming an even deeper connection than what I wanted. She was as stubborn as she was beautiful. Aurora, I frowned deeply, ready to make a turn when I heard a faint scream and a thud. My instincts peaked, my eyes widened and my claws sprouted out in a flash—-Aurora was in danger.

But he is also sad about something that happened in the past. He shakes his head as if trying to clear it. “What are you doing to me?” he asks me in an accusing voice. But everything falls in the background when in my visual field, I see something resembling a battle camp, and I see the aura of the rogue in the form of a wolf. The wolf-aura of the rogue is black while mine is silver-white, and the one of William’s is yellow. The black aura-wolf tries to attack the yellow aura-wolf, but my aura-wolf jumps between the two of them, protecting the yellow aura-wolf while trying to calm the other.

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.

Blood stained the clearing, a crimson proof of the fight for survival. Draven, a whirlwind of silver fur and sharp teeth, moved like a predator, each strike a testament to his honed skills, each growl a chilling reminder of his might. He cut through the enemy ranks, a beacon of hope for the Howling Wind pack, a storm of fury against the darkness. Asher, a loyal wolf, moved with the grace of a panther, his eyes never leaving his target. He fought with the precision of an expert, his claws a blur of deadly accuracy.

The cageborn paused, head tilting, as if considering him. Then it lunged. Kieran threw up his arms— and the cageborn slipped through them like smoke, striking his chest. Kieran screamed as black tendrils spread across his skin like frost burning hot. He collapsed, convulsing, eyes rolling back. “No!” I shouted, and the word tried to become panic— I crushed it into a decision. “OFF,” I said. Ash surged from the runes—black cinders lifting like a storm—slamming into the cageborn and ripping it off Kieran’s chest in a violent pull. The creature skidded across the floor, shrieking.

Aurora pov Asher stood up, his face dark with anger. "That's enough, Sophia," he growled. "You will respect the elders and the pack." Sophia's eyes flashed with defiance, and she took a step forward, her hands clenched into fists. "I will not be silenced," she repeated. "I will not be ignored." Suddenly, Sophia's body began to contort and twist, her limbs elongating and her senses heightening. Her eyes turned yellow, and her skin itched with a sudden, intense sensation.

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr