Brambleclaw X Ashfur Novels & Stories

Another surge—this one almost knocks the breath from my lungs. Cain’s anger spikes suddenly, hot and vicious, threaded with something wounded enough to make my throat tighten despite myself. “Oh,” I whisper. “He’s furious.” Maereth swears softly in French. Then Ashton’s bond lashes back—defensive, raw, uncertain. Not hatred. Not love. Confusion. That one makes me laugh. A sharp, humorless sound. “Of course,” I say. “The wolf doesn’t know what he wants. Shocking.” Maereth watches me carefully. “V—”

Because I did not know what else to do, I took it and he led me forward until I could have sworn we were directly under the moon, then he brought out his claws. I flinched slightly, but did not run, there was some kind of power stronger than myself holding me in place, bending my will to his. His eyes were more silver than blue now, and I shivered in fear as he stepped closer to me. With a single claw, he traced the delicate pulse on my neck, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed his claw harder, hurting me, drawing blood.

he promises as he paces backwards trying to get away from me. I run towards him swiping my big claws out at him slicing his leg. It was all I could reach but I hear a roar from his black wolf as he shifts back and races towards me. Ashley is excited to be in the fight. She has wanted to take this bastard out and now will get the chance or she will die trying.

I stood frozen, watching as his fingers clawed at the dirt beneath him, his muscles tightening and rippling in a way that didn’t seem natural. His head snapped up, and for a brief moment, his hazel eyes locked on mine. They were full of something raw and unrecognizable—anger, pain, desperation—but then they began to change. The hazel bled away like ink swirling in water, overtaken by a luminous gold that seemed to pulse with an unnatural light. “Asher,” Jamie said cautiously, his voice trembling. He stepped forward, but Asher let out a growl that froze all of us in place. It wasn’t a sound a regular wolf or Lycan could make—it was deeper, more feral, more monstrous.

My muscles bulged, and my bones cracked as they repositioned themselves. My fingers elongated into claws, and my skin itched as fur sprouted all over my body. Ash's power surged through me. The transformation neared completion, and he was taking over. "You have to calm down," I tried to reason with him, but it fell on deaf ears. Ash was too powerful, too consumed by anger. Even Orion couldn't stand him. I was now an Ash wolf, my fur a deep, dark gray, with claws as sharp as knives. "Relax, Ash," I said, my voice strained. "We can't let our anger control us."

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

"That is Mayaki's mate. She used to be Snow Lion's animal. She named her Fure…Blossom. Blossom had pups three days ago." Fure lies on the cold ground with a litter of three pups huddled close to her side. One wolf is grey like his mother, one is brownish-red like her father, and the third is completely white. The third pup has an odd-looking mark on his back, and it almost looks like a scar. While Prince Edmund prepares a slice of meat for his wolf, I look at the pups. I was still scared to step further. He moved close to me and hold my hand, Slightly pulled me closer to have a full look.

Reluctantly, Ares dropped the chunk of fur into my palm. “What is it, then? If it isn’t black?” Cendres cocked his head at me. I grinned. “It’s sable.” “And?” Cendres was being even slower than usual. Everyone ignored him again. “Are you sure?” asked Ares, snatching the fur back from me. “Hold it up to the light. It’s got brown undertones.” “Can someone please explain what this means,” Cendres groaned. “I don’t get it.”

You gotta finish this off,’ Wyatt grunted painfully, dragging his leg behind him as he tried to find cover. I quickly dodged between trees, rushing to get Wyatt to somewhere safe. We were letting him lean on our body since his back, right leg had gone limp. ‘Mate is near,' Ash whispered, sounding worried. She can't be here. I sniffed the air, her strawberry and vanilla scent wrapping around us. I noticed Wyatts wolf whimper quietly. Rushing towards us was a flash of auburn fur and glowing purple eyes. ‘What are you doing here?’ my panicked voice asked.

But the way he looked at me felt like he was peeling away my skin to see what I was hiding. I looked away too quickly. That was when another voice spoke up. “Well, well, well. Who’s the new pup?” Ash Kieran. I did not need an introduction to know who he was. If Cruz was a blade in the dark, Ash was fire and smoke. Blond hair, a reckless smile, and eyes full of trouble. His pack, Bloodveil, had been enemies of Shadowspike, Cruz’s pack, for longer than anyone could remember. And now both of them were watching me.