Ashfur X Scourge Novels & Stories

I didn't want to get caught in the middle of their conflict, unsure of how to navigate the brewing storm. The moon goddess had played a foul trick on me by keeping me from unlocking my werewolf side, this only added to my sense of vulnerability. Ash rubbed the back of his neck, his head hanging as he stared at Sage. Sage had his hands in his pocket and though he seemed relax, his body suggested that he was still on guard. “ Hope you're ready for this Sage” Ash lunged at him in full speed and started raining him with a barrage of punches that Sage blocked. Sage parried one of his pushed and sent his, connecting Ash's face. The crowd reacted and he took a few steps back.

She collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. He stared at his trembling hands, his mind fracturing further. "It must be dark magic. Someone's cast a spell to erase her." Scarlett backed away, terror in her scent as she watched him spiral. "Please, you're not well. The silver poisoning has affected your mind." Ash's eyes snapped to her, a dangerous gleam appearing. "The sacred springs... they might still hold traces of her." Without warning, he shifted into his massive black wolf form. His wounds reopened as he raced through the territory, leaving blood trails behind.

​A blur of silver-tipped black fur hits him like a falling meteor. ​Kai is there. Atlas roars to life, his massive form rippling with pure, unadulterated Alpha fury as he tackles the scout mid-air. They hit the dirt in a tangle of limbs. Atlas doesn't hesitate; his jaws lock onto the rogue's throat, tearing the flesh in a brutal, wet spray of dark blood. ​The scout crumples instantly.

Lucas finally in the maximum level rage lifted it up to kill him but is stopped on his tracks "Lucas don't do it!" Carla yelled as she ran to him. "You are not, and you will never be a filthy murderer Lucas. Come on, fight it", she said but it still didn't work totally. "Babe, please", she said and he immediately lowered his spear The Scourge seeing this rushed to Lucas, held up his hand and stabbed it through the vampire's heart and it disintegrated. "Why did do that you monster!" Lucas screamed in rage. But Scourge was calm

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

This shows the Ashford Pack preparing for war as Aurora walks among the warriors with her silver wolf ready, standing side-by-side with Marcus and Rowan on the edge of the border. The sharp, repetitive rasp of iron scraping against whetstones fills the courtyard, a steady rhythm that feels more like a heartbeat than a sound.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie." I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes.

"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?