Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

Smoke slithered between his teeth as he whispered in a language not meant for the living. Scourge. I didn’t waste time. I launched. The first one barely moved before I was on him claws to his throat, weight collapsing him to the asphalt. My claws sank through his hood and flesh with ease. Blood jetted hot across my chest. Black. Not red. Reeking of ash and rot. I didn’t care. I twisted my hand and tore. Something screamed. Not just him something inside me reacted, like I’d just ripped into a soul and not a man.

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

My muscles bulged, and my bones cracked as they repositioned themselves. My fingers elongated into claws, and my skin itched as fur sprouted all over my body. Ash's power surged through me. The transformation neared completion, and he was taking over. "You have to calm down," I tried to reason with him, but it fell on deaf ears. Ash was too powerful, too consumed by anger. Even Orion couldn't stand him. I was now an Ash wolf, my fur a deep, dark gray, with claws as sharp as knives. "Relax, Ash," I said, my voice strained. "We can't let our anger control us."

Sofia whispered, her vision blurred by the violet energy leaking from her veins. The second Ashen Fang, seeing its partner fallen, let out a piercing shriek. It lunged at Somito, its fangs extended and its claws aimed at his heart. Somito didn't flinch. He stepped into the strike, allowing the creature’s claws to bury themselves deep in his chest.

He had to focus on the bigger issue: whoever was trying to ambush them, and Snow. The shadows crept closer. Both of them shifted into their wolves instantly. Asher’s wolf was a massive brown-ginger color. His eyes glowed pitch black, his claws were long and sharp at the edges, his fangs almost shark-like. His fur gleamed in the dark. Beside him stood Imogen’s wolf, a sleek, gray-colored wolf. Smaller in size compared to Asher’s muscular form, but still radiating danger. Her build was more feminine, but nothing about her looked weak.

"But the Ashen Scourge is a targeted biological pathogen. It is migrating along the high-altitude wind currents, adapting to the cold. Within two moon cycles, it will breach your lower timberlines. And because your warriors possess an even denser Alpha-receptor gene to survive this altitude, it will kill you twice as fast." The scouts shifted restlessly, their eyes widening slightly. They looked at each other, the word *pathogen* foreign to them, but the threat of a silent, invisible killer in the wind struck a chord of primal vulnerability. "You speak with a heavy tongue for an unshifted Omega," the lead scout growled, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed her fearless posture. "Who are you to