Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

Blood coated my hands, hot and sticky. It whimpered. Then fell still. Another turned toward me. My arms ached. My side screamed. But I raised my dagger anyway. I was going to die here. I knew it. Then I heard it… A howl. Low. Commanding. Not rogue. Pack. In the distance. Backup. The rogue paused. So did the others. Asher surged upward with a roar, covered in blood, and slashed clean through the last wolf standing over him. Its body fell in two.

Releasing a bone-chilling hiss, the beast flashes its razor-like teeth towards Ash, unsuccessfully trying to lash forward. The creature's piercing black eyes flicker between the defending pair while it lies at their mercy. Noticing the odd transparency of the beast’s skin, my stomach churns when I catch sight of the dark purple veins pulsating repulsively underneath its stretch as they cover the entirety of its contorted limbs like a spreading web. Releasing one of its claws from Lillie’s tiring grip, the creature throws it towards Ash’s arm unexpectedly—leaving five wounding gashes to soak his fur, certain to leave scars. Letting out an infuriated growl, Ash unleashes his building anger whi

Ash looked out the window and started counting. "There are other rogues out there Madeline and you can't fight them all." I looked at him as I dropped and converted into Luna. His eyes softened at the white wolf and he let out an inhuman growl. Luna tilted her head and growled softly and Ash started stripping. His wolf is waking, she informed me and we sat on my haunches as Ash fell to the ground twisting and contorting into a stunning silver colored dire wolf with one lovely blue eye. Luna headed towards him and licked his muzzle and rubbed herself against his large body. Your wolf is stunning. What's his name? Ash looked around and bumped into Luna. He tells me his name is Firth. This is w

Of ruin. I couldn’t breathe now. My whole body shook. My knees buckled. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Monn Goddess….The trauma hit like a storm! The first rogue attacked. A huge black wolf lunged straight at us. Asher was faster. Like lightning, he leapt and clawed hard, slamming the rogue to the ground. The sound of bones breaking cracked the air, followed by a painful howl. The second and third came from the side.

Kayla “Asher,” I muttered slowly as Asher neared us, and his nails extended into claws. My eyes connected to his but there was absolutely nothing there. It was completely bloodshot red there. He was furious. Very furious. In a blink, Asher ripped Hades from on top of me and tossed him on the floor. I squinted my eyes as Asher’s clothes were torn apart from his body, his muscles bulged and elongated, his frame growing more robust and powerful. Fur sprouted from his skin, enveloping him in a sleek coat of grey with patches of silver. His face elongated into a fearsome muzzle. His eyes changed from their usual amber flecks of gold to a golden yellow color, vibrant and wild with the spirit of th

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

He took a moment to process the information and then slowly raised his eyes to me. "I'm not sure. Her mate, maybe." "There was a man too, just looking at her. The one who betrayed her, I think. He looked... almost like Gregor, he... the scent that came with him was almost the same." "Ashenfur," Viktor grunted. "Fucking Ashenfur. Great." I frowned. My pack betrayed her? Was it one of Gregor's ancestors? I couldn't tell, really.

Tonight, she had found herself the rarest emerald green down, pairing it with a set of diamonds, ones that were linked to being worn by Cleopatra herself. “We can go home if you want,” I whispered. Either way, I wouldn’t be sad of which action she was willing to take. She didn’t acknowledge me, her eyes were on the mirror, perfecting her smiles, her posture— everything that she knew would be scrutinised. The scar on her collarbone, she had refused to cover it, “They are my battle scars, a story to show him that he tried to kill the serpent but failed,” Tonight, she was returning like the scorned bride, ready to bring the storm into the lives of those that crossed her.

“Shift when ready, Kael. Show us your heart.” Kael nodded, his body rippling as he shifted, bones cracking softly, fur sprouting in a fluid transformation. Ash emerged—a towering gray wolf, his scarred muzzle held high, eyes wary but steady. He padded toward Ember, sniffing the air, his presence commanding yet cautious. The pack murmured, some shifting to wolves to observe, their tails wagging with interest. Ember circled Ash, her claws sparking as she tested his stance. “You move with purpose,” Alya’s voice growled through Ember, rich with intrigue. “Let’s see your fight.”

He must’ve seen it. The scent hit harder, making Alex wrinkled his nose. Then I saw it too. Just beyond the treeline. He was wearing a Hood. If we hadn’t seen the footage, we might have mistaken it for a normal werewolf. Except the stench would have betrayed it. “It’s an Ashwolf,” Alex said, alerting the others. I stepped forward, voice low and deadly. “We need this one alive. The other two are dead.” The Ashwolf stood still, as if it knew we were watching. Its head turned slightly, and its black eyes locked with mine through the hood. There was no soul behind that stare. No fear. No hesitation. Just hunger.