Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

Before dinner, he had secretly met with Ryk outside the torture room, he had made sure no one was there, he had asked him to do a more thorough background research and to dig into Asher, deeply. Because Asher’s stories just didn’t make sense when he compared it with what they knew from the scar. Asher said he had found rogues fighting close to Keira’s hut, but Scar was a Moonclaw thug, not a rogue. How did Asher find her, and who were the rogues he killed? His story was off. Ryk nodded, then showed Scar photos of Asher and Konan. Scar had begged while saying he didn’t know Asher, no matter how many times he was tortured he seemed to maintain his stance at not knowing any of the two men.

His predatory gaze flickered over to me, sending a chill down my spine. Ash stepped in front of me, blocking the rogue’s view. “You will regret those words,” he said, his voice dripping with menace. The rogue ignored him, addressing his pack with a jeering tone. “Boys, it’s been a while since we tasted women. Shall we have some fun before we kill them?” Sickening laughter erupted from the rogues, their leers making my stomach churn. Ash’s fury as if burst at that instant. “I will pluck your eyes out and feed them to the ravens,” he snarled, lunging at the scarred man.

The forest became his hunting ground, a twisted theater of his vengeance. Suddenly, a familiar scent drifted on the breeze - the unmistakable scent of fear mixed with exhaustion. The wolf's nostrils flared, his ears perked forward. He lunged forward, propelled by a savage hunger to reclaim what was rightfully his. His powerful strides closed the distance, closing in on Asher, who stumbled through the trees, oblivious to the impending doom that loomed behind him.

It’s not just a sound; it’s a vibration, a force that makes the walls tremble. My gaze shifts to the source of the commotion. There he is. A pair of stormy gray eyes lock onto mine, wild and unrelenting, and I recognize them instantly—Asher. But the rest of him… he’s barely recognizable. Patches of fur sprout from his skin, his neatly pressed shirt torn at the seams as his muscles bulge with unnatural force. His face is distorted, halfway between man and beast, sharp teeth bared and claws extended. It’s horrifying. Terrifying.

’ ‘are you sure? ‘yes, I want to meet him. I know he won’t hurt me’ I smiled. ‘he never would give me a second’ he went behind a bush and transformed. His fur was coated black, he looked fearsome and magnificent at the same time, the way he walked, anyone could guess he was of the royal linage. ‘nice to meet you. I am Valerie Red, ’ I introduced myself. ‘I am Ash, nice to meet you, my mate’ Ash mind linked me. Licking my nose as I sign of approval.

One of the scouts sprinted toward us, his face pale. “Alpha Asher,” he gasped, doubling over. “You need to see this.” The smell hit me first—burnt wood and fur, acrid and suffocating. My stomach churned as I followed the scout to the edge of the camp, where a crowd had already gathered. There it was: a charred effigy, its wolf-like form barely recognizable through the ash and smoke. The flames had died down, but the message was clear. I stepped closer, my jaw tightening as I noticed something nailed to the effigy’s chest—a piece of parchment, darkened with what looked suspiciously like blood.

The cageborn paused, head tilting, as if considering him. Then it lunged. Kieran threw up his arms— and the cageborn slipped through them like smoke, striking his chest. Kieran screamed as black tendrils spread across his skin like frost burning hot. He collapsed, convulsing, eyes rolling back. “No!” I shouted, and the word tried to become panic— I crushed it into a decision. “OFF,” I said. Ash surged from the runes—black cinders lifting like a storm—slamming into the cageborn and ripping it off Kieran’s chest in a violent pull. The creature skidded across the floor, shrieking.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”

Aubrey ran in after him but she had run so much and accidentally pushed Matteo a little bit hard causing him to mistakenly bump into a black guy who turned out to be blaze. "Can't you watch where you are going?! "Blaze yelled as he glanced at both Aubrey and Matteo. Aubrey Instantly started to shake fearfully while Matteo stood his ground and apologized. "I am sorry, me and my friend weren't watching where we were going, " Matteo said. Blaze sized them up from head to toe , he smirked after seeing their shabby thrift clothes. "You guys must be a new scholarship student here " blaze said with a cunning smile on his face.