Ashfur X Scourge Novels & Stories

He dodged quickly but not before another rogue wolf clawed at his arm and ripped his skin through his sleeve and left a bloody gash. "Azrael!", Zafira screamed and panicked. ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

Was it Alpha King Brutus? Before I could say anything, they all shifted at once and pounced over me. They began beating and hitting me, not giving me a chance to shift. My forehead was scratched, and I was bitten on my hand. My forehead and cheeks took flesh. My sole focus was protecting my pup, I was fighting with my all might. I covered my belly when every flesh of my skin was torn apart. I was thrown into the woods. I tried to get up but it seemed no strength was left in my body. I was barely able to see anything. The darkness enveloped me and my eyes shut down.

Deep inside my chest, my inner wolf, Aurelia, was pacing, her golden fur bristling with ancient, dormant power. They want to force my light out, Aurelia’s voice echoed in my mind, cold and sharp. They want the ash to burn us. Then we don't give them flame, I whispered back to her. We give them weight. The Behemoth didn't wait. It coiled its massive hind legs and sprang forward! Twenty tons of shadow-flesh and iron scales tore across the sand, its massive, ash-coated claws extended straight for my head, aiming to slice me in half in a single strike.

The pair landed on either side of the vehicle and watched closely as the man in the car stumbled out. "No!" Conrad shouted, his arms already beginning to bulge. "It's not possible! I killed you!" Piper sensed the coming transformation. Fury took over. Her tail lashed out like a whip and slashed him across the chest, sending him crashing into a large rock fifty feet away. He didn't move. The scent of blood reached her nostrils, and she hissed, satisfied by it.

I jerked my arm, freed the dagger, and shoved it hard into his forearm. “No!” Maggie screamed. “Aurora, you can’t…” Ashton convulsed around the wound and let out a roar that filled the room, the sound more animalistic than human. “You…you…” he choked, shoving me away. I hit the floor, scrambled to my feet, and stared. I expected blood. Instead, his wound frayed and collapsed into dust. His arm crumbled like sand through a sieve. “No, this isn’t…” His scream warped into something thin and unreal. “What have you…”

Thorne, burdened by guilt and remorse, saw a glimmer of hope, a chance to redeem himself by thwarting Sasha's insidious ambitions. With a surge of determination, Thorne launched himself at Sasha, engaging her in a fierce duel. Each strike was imbued with a mix of vengeance and desperation, as if the weight of their shared history propelled their blows. The clash of their powers echoed through the battleground, the struggle a testament to the stakes at hand.

Cruelty, flowing like liquid off his body. Like a fountain of misery. That's what I saw in the aura of the man who would be Ash’s opponent as he walks to the center of the arena with expression devoid of even the basest emotions. Terror fills my lungs instead of air and the crowd is forced silent as the world holds its breath when their auras crash into each other the moment Ash reaches the center. These two are Alphas in the most primal sense; violence dressed in flesh—feral and focused on their prey.

Blood coated my hands, hot and sticky. It whimpered. Then fell still. Another turned toward me. My arms ached. My side screamed. But I raised my dagger anyway. I was going to die here. I knew it. Then I heard it… A howl. Low. Commanding. Not rogue. Pack. In the distance. Backup. The rogue paused. So did the others. Asher surged upward with a roar, covered in blood, and slashed clean through the last wolf standing over him. Its body fell in two.

But too bad I still beat the hell out of him afterward. “I can imagine the look of shock on his face when he sees them.” Asher chuckled, flexing his muscles as he looked over at the other rogues he had taken care of. Blood splattered all over his body, and I looked down to see mine was worse. While I had only taken care of just one wolf, I had been intense in my torturing.

Kayla “Asher,” I muttered slowly as Asher neared us, and his nails extended into claws. My eyes connected to his but there was absolutely nothing there. It was completely bloodshot red there. He was furious. Very furious. In a blink, Asher ripped Hades from on top of me and tossed him on the floor. I squinted my eyes as Asher’s clothes were torn apart from his body, his muscles bulged and elongated, his frame growing more robust and powerful. Fur sprouted from his skin, enveloping him in a sleek coat of grey with patches of silver. His face elongated into a fearsome muzzle. His eyes changed from their usual amber flecks of gold to a golden yellow color, vibrant and wild with the spirit of th