Brambleclaw X Ashfur Novels & Stories

Bite them in their face deep enough, and that will leave a scar. I think too long, and I’m not ready for the fourth wolf that is much faster than the others. I know it’s Beta Drake, and he’s going for my neck. I try to dodge, but he is faster, and he bites me. I can feel the blood running down my fur, knowing that he got me good.

The whole group were shivering as they stared at the hand and the strange symbol it bore. But Ash. . . Ash may not know the symbol yet, but he certainly know what the hand pointing downwards, and the number 2 meant. "Team . . . It's . . . it's the Black Clan Wolf." Ash stuttered with a shaky voice. "Of course we know that Ash! If there's anyone who would love to terrorize us it's the Black Clan!" Rose screeched as she clenched her fist angrily. She's raging with fury right now that the Black Clan had sent their welcoming gift.

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

Ashval’s voice rang in my mind. I saw him rise – blood coating his fur. His body blurred toward us. Claws. Teeth. Fury. Ryker didn’t see him coming. Ashval tore into Ryker’s back with a roar. Blood arced across the air. Ryker yowled. Twisted to shake him off. That was my moment. My claws slid out with a smooth, terrifying certainty. Swipe. I slashed his throat open – deep, clean. Blood erupted – hot, fast, gushing.

I heard noises from miles away, the distant howl of a siren, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves. I fell to the floor, convulsing. Claws tore from my fingers, and my eyes, once blue, burned fire gold. Fur ripped through my skin like thorns from a rosebush. My mouth split open into a savage snarl. I was no longer in control. Zubby was at the helm, driven by his own instincts and desires.

The other driver got out too, and the tension, like a thick blanket, covered the area. Asia squinted to get a better look at the esteemed driver who had managed to earn his respect. He was shocked to find the leader of the Bronze Orchid. "It's you? What does the Bronze Orchid have against such a small ant like Geumgang Pa?" Asia spoke first, half curious and fully sceptical. The expression of the patriarch before him, however, caught him off guard. Kamman's eyes were dark and piercing, like they held all the rage in the world, to the point that it was visible to any outsider. Asia unconsciously took a step back.

The two werewolves were locked in a fierce struggle, claws and teeth bared. Rafe lunged first, but Raymond was ready and blocked him easily. He followed up with a swift punch that sent Rafe flying backwards. Rafe hit the ground hard, and Raymond was on him in seconds. He bit into Rafe's fur and snarled, trying to finish him off.

She shifted mid-spin, her human form dissolving in a ripple of silver light—bones reshaping, fur sprouting—becoming Ember, the sleek auburn wolf with fiery eyes, her claws sparking against the earth as she circled him. Kael shifted in response, his form blurring into Ash, the massive gray wolf with the scarred muzzle, his blue-glowing tattoo transferring to a faint mark on his furred chest. "I can handle more than you know," he thought back, his mental voice a deep rumble that sent vibrations through her. Their wolves circled, tails low, eyes locked, the glade's brook seeming to hush in anticipation. Ember lunged, her teeth snapping playfully near Ash's flank, claws raking the air. Ash count

He yells out overr the sound of Ashs screams. Slow motion was in full swing as we all witnessed the shift right before our very eyes. First, light gray fur starting sprouting all over her body from herarms to her legs, well pretty much everywhere. Nate and Chris tried their best to keep Toni and Kim as calm as possible while I tend to Ash and Paul watches on just incase he is needed. After what seems like hours, but really has only been minutes, Ash is fully transformed into a beautiful light gray, almost white wolf with a black marking on her forhead that is the shape of a half moon.