Brambleclaw X Ashfur Novels & Stories

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.

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

Ember purred beside her, her russet fur ruffled, the frost dusting her fur, the wind howling through the pass, the path a challenge they’d survived, the chill a test of their bond. Jasper chuckled, his blue eyes glowing with warmth, his voice a deep rumble, the wind howling through the pass, the frost dusting his cloak, the path a treacherous climb, the chill a constant threat. “You’re on, Mar,” he said, his knuckle scar glinting in the blue glow, the frost crunching under his boots, the wind a howling challenge, the pack’s unity a radiant light in the cold. “Let’s get to the top first, though.” Boulder rumbled beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, the frost dusting his fur, the wind howling th

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

he complimented and Ruby purred from hearing those words. He stretched his hands and touched her fur, when he got to her ear, she laid her head in his palm. “She likes it” Livey said through the mind-link. “Hamish wants to be let out” Ash answered. His wolf Hamish wanted his mate Ruby to see him also, he was eager to look at her beauty with his own eyes. Ash immediately changed and Hamish stood tall in a black shiny colour. He was a bit bigger than Ruby and she snuggled her head under him.

My bones twist and crack as they dislocate and realign to the form of my beautiful wolf. The near perfect, and smooth transition is seamless now, and Ash shakes her beautiful deep gray fur out as I drop back to give her the freedom she loves for her runs. Seeing things through her eyes is bizarre but beautiful. So detailed. And she wastes no time in setting off across the forest.

Ash moved faster than Clara could track. One second, he was standing. Next, he was in the air, his body contorting in mid-flight, his bones shattering and reassembling violently. Before the creature could get to the steps, he struck it, smashing it back against the wall with enough force to rock the whole house. There was no sound from the thing. It just smiled wider. With her pulse pounding so fiercely she thought it might stop, Clara braced herself against the loft's far wall. As her fear soared, she watched below: Ash, now half-wolf, circled the thing with his claws biting into the flooring and his teeth bared.

kael said We all shifted My wolf was no longer scrawny and white It was Ash and big My Mate was Infront of me, his huge black fur looking at me We took off at high speed to the Summercrest pack.. ***

While my plan had officially been set in motion, tomorrow was the day I turned myself in. I could feel Asher's hand wrap around my submerged ankle, tugging it until I slid across the tub and into his arms. His sly smirk made me roll my eyes, though something else had grabbed my attention. The wound I had left on his neck was fully healed, revealing a beautiful mark. Cobalt blue in color, a crescent shaped moon with two small stars stood out on his skin. The mark was unique, as it was for all mated wolves. The color was not flat, but seemed to shimmer and deepen, reminding me of the night sky.