Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

Rurik panted against Charlotte's lips, his forehead touching hers. Her heart still pounded from experiencing his memories and the pain and terror of those final horrifying moments when the two dragons had lunged at each other. "What was that place?" she asked in a shaky whisper. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, and she reached up to stroke his scar.

Although he knew she wasn't there anymore, he would extend his wrath to the last of her kind. He will take no mercy on them “Please forgive the mistakes of our forefathers and spare us from your wrath.” Lucan, the Alpha of Claw City, pleaded with Emmett, who had the whole high wolves at his feet. Most of them were in their wolf form for their helpless defense, while some were in their human form, ready to claim the pain they had seen upfront. “My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.”

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr

But no sound came. Just him—**Asher**, standing on four powerful legs, covered in black and silver fur, his head snapping toward a group of intruders. He lunged, tearing through them with precision, no hesitation. A blur of motion, of fury and power. There was blood on his teeth. Steel couldn’t seem to touch him. *Oh my God.* *Oh my God.* *What—what is he?* And then… he turned. Saw her. Even through the monstrous form, **his eyes met hers**. Something in them held. Recognition. A flicker of… grief?

PERCY AT first, I saw the confusion in her violet eyes, then came the pain I knew would come. It was the pain of your very soul being torn out from you and binding with that of your mate. I was a werewolf, and an Alpha, not to mention I had done this before with Valerie, so I was not only prepared for the pain, but I was also far stronger than her, the pain meant nothing to me.

kael said We all shifted My wolf was no longer scrawny and white It was Ash and big My Mate was Infront of me, his huge black fur looking at me We took off at high speed to the Summercrest pack.. ***

His silver-white fur shimmered under the moon's glow as he bared his sharp fangs, his eyes burning with determination. Beside Tigreal, Seraphine exuded an ethereal beauty and grace. Her pristine white and brown fur contrasted with streaks of silver, and her piercing blue eyes shimmered with a mix of confidence and determination. She moved with the agility and precision of a predator, her fangs glistening as she engaged her foes. Xirza, known for his strategic mind and cunning, fought alongside Tigreal. His pure white fur blended with the skies, and his amber eyes gleamed with mischief. He danced around his enemies, his movements swift and calculated, orchestrating the battlefield with tactic