Brambleclaw X Ashfur Novels & Stories

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.

Even the snow beneath them isn’t clean—stained with old ash, marbled with rust-colored melt lines like veins under skin. Beneath the crust, old things waited. Splinters of bone, gnawed and half-fused to root systems. Burned fur strands embedded in frostbite. Someone had scratched spiral runes into a fallen trunk and left offerings—small teeth, twisted twine, the kind of things you left behind when you wanted the Wilds to remember your name. This wasn’t a place wolves passed through. It was a place they came to bleed.

“Even Grand Mistress Emily Quinn spent a decade in the high mountains before she dared to strike both hands simultaneously in public. An unranked medical wolf thinks she can mimic the high elders?” Below the stage, the Kinton traditionalists were already muttering. “She’s insane. Dual-handed runic striking requires absolute balance. If her focus breaks, the ink will reject the paper.” “She’s just trying to save face before she’s exiled.” I ignored them all, dipping both quills into the thick obsidian ink. I didn't look at Noah, and I didn't look at Chloe. I centered my breathing, letting my wolf take the strain. With my left hand, I struck the heavy, jagged cursive of the southern wild: “I r

She said, and I smirked. I didn’t say anything and took my stance, letting Ash take over me. I shifted, my bones cracking until brown fur covered my body. Ash jerked his fur before turning to Amber. “Ash.” she said in excitement. “Hop on.” I said through the link. *********************************

This will not be an easy fight, but we have to hold off as long as possible. Blair takes flight and flies over them, getting Ghost's attention just like she hoped she would. While Blair is busy taking blasts from Ghosts and breathing fire at him like a fucking dragon, I face off with Liam and Sage. Liam is a large brown wolf with some hints of black in his fur. Meanwhile, Sage is a small to medium red wolf with hints of brown in her fur. Sasha is bigger than both, but size doesn’t always matter with our kind.

She seems to enjoy the game, purring at the thought of him nipping at her heels. Asher leaps, tackling me to the ground. We roll together in our wolf forms, the underbrush of the forest softening the tumble. For a moment, I’m worried my wolf might lash out, but he pins us beneath his massive frame before she can react. His red eyes gleam, glowing with raw power, and his fur is so dark it seems to swallow the light. He’s breathtaking, and I hate how my wolf practically melts under his gaze.

Sure, she wasn't a kick-ass supernatural hunter like her brothers, but she wasn't totally helpless. His lips curved into a grin that made a storm of butterflies come to life in her stomach. "It is true. Some flowers have thorns, and you certainly showed yours." The dim lights and the way he stood half in shadow exposed a thin scar that swept down his face across his cheek. It had a distinctive shape to it, as if he'd been slashed by something. Was it from another dragon's claw? She had to admit she was fascinated. The Brotherhood files on the Barinov dragons were slim. She wished she knew more about him, and she had a feeling she was about to.

Ember purred beside her, her russet fur ruffled, the frost dusting her fur, the wind howling across the plateau, the plateau a battlefield, the chill a test of their bond. Jasper nodded, his blue eyes glowing with determination, his voice a deep rumble, the wind howling across the plateau, the frost dusting his cloak, the archway open, the plateau a treacherous expanse, the chill a constant threat. “Always, Mar,” he said, his knuckle scar glinting in the dim light, his axe raised, the frost crunching under his boots, the wind a howling challenge, the pack’s unity a radiant light in the cold. “Let’s do this.” Boulder rumbled beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, the frost dusting his fur, the wi

My eyes harden. He’s been watching me. The anger takes over my body, letting Ash out to play. Her red fur covers my body as I shift. The rogue growls before shifting into his matted brown wolf. Ash’s howl fills the night sky as she launches the first attack. The wolf may be larger than her, but he’s a lot slower. Ash’s teeth sink into his front leg, making him yelp. The rogue grabs Ash’s ear and flings her body into a nearby tree. She is quick to bounce back onto her feet. The rogue lunges at her again. This time Ash turns, avoiding his grasp. She jumps onto his back, pushing her canines into his neck. He tries to shake Ash off, but it’s futile. Her teeth sink until she hears a satisfying cr