Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

There was no turning back now. They moved toward the pedestal, ignoring the beast’s presence behind them. It stayed in place, its eyes flicking between them and the dark altar as if deciding whether to strike. But it didn’t. Not yet. Asha reached the records, pulling open the first scroll she could find. As her fingers traced the ancient script, she felt a surge of recognition—a memory buried deep inside her, a link to the past. The Soulbone was more than just a weapon. It was a vessel, a conduit for the ancestral spirits. The true purpose of the Frostkin was to protect, to guide. But somewhere along the way, the royal bloodlines had twisted that purpose into something else—something monstro

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

“Virellion Thasra” “Virellion Thasra” “Thalvren Ekosa!” I opened my eyes and with my finest strength, I shouted; Thalvren Ekosa! And then he starts to say them fast in a gentle voice that I couldn't catch. “Fyralis Corven - From shadow to light, I invoke you to let your soul breathe once more.” “Zerithsl Dravenal - your heart beats, your pulse flow!” “Aelthsrjon Miriak - life rekindle, breath restore, eyes shine bright.”

Not when everything depended on me staying alive, staying present. “Tyron...watch your left!” Asher barked, teeth bared. He was in full wolf form, moving with precision, taking down a hybrid mid-leap. I followed his warning, pivoting just in time to block another strike. The claws raked my side, ripping fur and skin, pain flaring hot. “Shit,” I growled, twisting to bite back. My teeth sank into the rogue’s neck, snapping it in one motion. Then I saw her.

"Because you're worth nothing!" Aazim, already full of rage lifted the sword high above his head, he held the gaze of Omar for a little longer before bringing the blade down on him.

Ash moved. He crossed the distance between them in two massive bounds, his white wolf form suddenly interposed between the rogue and the woman. The rogue barely had time to process what was happening before Ash's jaws closed around his throat. There was a brief, brutal struggle. A sickening gurgling and then, nothing. The rogue dropped. Ash turned to his mate—to the woman with the amber eyes and the raven hair and the absolute fury radiating off her in waves—and he felt the words forming in his consciousness before he could stop them.

Behind her are Seyla, Rowan, and… Luca. Oh Gods. Kill me now. Every single one of them comes to a stop. Seyla’s eyes immediately lock onto my face. Rowan’s eyes immediately lock onto Callan. Luca’s eyes lock onto Callan. And ten feet behind Callan, whom I didn’t even notice before during my spiral, Fenrir. The massive direwolf stands several feet behind his bonded, black eyes silently watching. I swear the beast is the size of a horse. Silence falls. Then Rowan breaks it.

“You sure you’re flying that drone in the right place?” His fur was jet-black, with little tufts of gold on his ears. Quite unique. He stared at me, panting, baring his tiny teeth. “No. I was looking for you.” My brows lifted. “Oh? You know who I am?” “Alpha Asher. Of Storm Fang Pack.” So… he didn’t get the wrong person. But I didn’t remember pissing off any toddlers recently. Was he here for revenge on behalf of his family or something?

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Or it’s not actually here. But it comes anyway. The first wolf steps from the fog like it’s made of it. Its’ body is gaunt, bones showing through silver-pale fur, eyes a bottomless white. It moves like it remembers pain. Like it’s looking for somewhere to put it. “Specters,” I breathe. Elliott nods once, jaw clenched. “They’re watching us.” A second form emerges, then a third. An entire pack, circling. Some still half-faded, their legs vanishing into mist. One bears a ragged brand on its chest. The same broken sun I saw in the journal. Ash-born.