Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

Through the bond, I felt a tidal wave of possessive rage. "I didn't break my pack's laws to watch you surrender," he growled. "We bleed together, Asha. Or we don't bleed at all." The snow erupted. Three Silvercrest wolves lunged from the drifts to our left, their fur matted with frost. Simultaneously, two Nightfang scouts vaulted over an ice ridge to our right. They collided in a chaotic blur of gray and black fur, their target the two of us standing in the center of the kill-zone. Kael shifted mid-air. He didn't just transform; he exploded into his midnight-wolf form, his size nearly double that of the attackers.

My eyes go golden as Scar takes over. "back the fuck off,he advances, if you try any fucking thing I will gut you beta female or not. Lucas get her away from my pups or I will hurt her. Note this Gemma you may be a vampire but the Fury blood is ancient way before vampires and I can kill you without breaking a sweat",everyone's eyes go huge as I step closer. Scar is fucking brutal at times "Josh, I hear Claire sounding worried, Scar please",she begs and I turn to look at my mate. She has tears in her eyes as she moves closer. Scar backs down and I take over.

Mistulang parang binaha ng dugo ang malawak na lupain ng Ashcroft dahil sa libong libong patay na siyang nakahandusay at nagkalat sa iba’t ibang parte ng lupain. “Sugod mga kasama!” Sigaw ni Reyna Sapphire at Reyna Louvier ng mapagtantong malapit na sa kanilang posisyon ang ibang mga kawal ng Shein sa pangunguna ni Prinsipe Farjeon at Henerala Zani.

also be slightly changed from the past. Because doing nothing but lying in that long narrow coffin and taking a nap is like letting yourself be lazy, Andrew looks at himself reflected in the glass door, his suit There were some signs of time on his body a few years ago, his beard was also growing long and it needed to be cleaned up immediately. His body has also grown a bit, his eyes are still sleepy but not fully awake, and everything on his body needs to be changed immediately. A person who focuses on appearance like Andrew can't accept that his own appearance is a bit too shabby and loses his inherent good appearance. He opened his own wardrobe and chose a simple set of clothes to bathe

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

We stopped and we looked in the direction from where the growl was heard. "It's a rogue. They're dangerous!" Ash muttered. I looked at the rogue wolf. It was black in colour, with golden eyes. It looked hungry and angry. "Okay!" I gasped. "Reg! Stay back, I can take him down," Ash muttered. "Shut the f up! Or else I will kill you," I growled. I howled and rushed towards the rogue. I was angry and at this moment, I needed to vent out my anger, and who can be better than a discarded wolf.

Even now. Especially now. But I also wanted more. I wanted to be worthy of her. I shifted suddenly, violently. Bones snapped. Muscles tore and reformed. The pain was a welcome punishment. Ash surged forward, sleek and massive, fur like smoke and coal. He hit the earth with a growl, shaking it loose beneath his paws. He ran. Not away from her. But to remember who we were without fear. We ran until the stars blurred. Until my lungs burned.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

Her claws sank into his flank, dragging through skin. With one final, vicious snap, she tore into his neck. Blood hit the grass in heavy pulses. Ashur stumbled, his legs turning to water. His blue eyes went dull, glazing over as he collapsed. It wasn't enough for her. She flicked her tongue, tasting the copper on her fur, wanting more. Her spine arched, a low, demonic rumble vibrating through our shared chest. Selah, please. Stop! I begged her, my voice shaking. I was a ghost in my own body.