Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

Asher responded with a snarl, his massive form charging forward with terrifying speed. They collided. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the air, cracking the earth beneath them. Trees groaned in protest as if the forest itself was about to shatter. Seraphina’s white wolf lashed out, her claws raking across Asher’s black fur, but he countered with his own swipe, his claws tearing into her side. They rolled, their massive bodies colliding in a blur of white and black, their power sending ripples of energy through the very ground beneath them.

My voice lives in the cursed wolves I send out as weapons. But now, they fail. The Ashfang female and her mate — the Blackthorne and the Blackmoor — they resist more than they should. Even the broken one, the watcher I sent to observe them, is beginning to fracture. I taste his doubt through the link we share, like ash on my tongue. I will need to cut him from the root. The cursed wolves that return to me drag their broken limbs and stare at me with hollow eyes. They are not like her. They do not feel. They obey. They kill.

And realized,it was hers. She sat bolt upright, choking on air that stung her lungs. The fire pit beside her had gone out. The seer was nowhere to be seen. Only the wolves remained, six of them, broad-shouldered and moon-eyed, circling slowly, their fur silver-dappled in the half-light. The largest among them, Ashfang, let out a low, guttural growl. Not threatening. Warning. Seren touched her chest. The scar was glowing again.

Then it shifted and this time Katrina was walking into the pack house with a wide smile that lit her whole face, the kind she saved for when she knew eyes were on her, her teeth perfect and white, her eyes sparkling with victory, while I was walking out, my own face probably drawn from another day of decisions that kept me up at night, my shoulders carrying the pack's worries, and then the world stopped the moment I met her eyes *mate*, my wolf growled in my head with a force that made my knees weak, the word booming like thunder in my chest, and I embraced her without hesitation, my arms pulling her close, her body soft against mine, her scent wrapping around me like it belonged there, her

I heard his cousin say. Asher groaned. "Get back, Ralph. Don't follow me.” Ralph smirked. “Why? You wanna go make out with your girlfriend?" Oh shit. I guess he must really be a pain in the ass for Asher. "Hey, watch it, man!” Asher snapped and Ralph laughed. "Just kidding, okay? And I'm coming with you. Like it or not.” I think the major difference between both guys was their hair. While Asher had long dark hair, Ralph's was a brown textured crop with a clean taper fade on the sides and back. Lord, the dude was so fine.

Hope flickers across his face. He shifts his stance slightly, preparing to fire again. That is his mistake. Rage replaces pain so abruptly that it almost feels like relief, something violent and feral igniting inside my chest, overriding the poison, overriding the weakness, overriding the part of me that knows I should not survive this. My claws extend fully, bone pushing through skin with a sharp, violent shift, the transformation incomplete but more than enough to remind him that wolves do not die quietly. I lunge. The world narrows to impact.

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

I felt the horrifying warmth of my own blood begin to trickle down my arm. Gritting my teeth against a wave of nausea, I launched a blast of energy, but the Scourge sidestepped it with fluid ease. I tried again, only for it to dodge with the same eerie grace. It was toying with me. Desperate, I changed tactics. I abandoned singular blasts and imagined my mana crackling and alive, superheating it into raw, untamed lightning. The chaotic energy erupted from me in a brilliant web, striking at the Scourge from all sides. It recoiled with a piercing, silent shriek that I felt in my bones.

Grey. The moment I stepped into my house, an anger I hadn’t known I was capable of surged through me like a wildfire. My hands curled into fists so tight my knuckles went white. The stench of smoke still hung faintly in the air, and a blackened, charred smell clung to the walls of Kaidan’s room. But what made me see red wasn’t the damage, it was the fact that no one had noticed until it was almost too late.

She had noticed that he seemed a little moved when she looked at him with her blue eyes, as though they were puppy eyes so she decided to test one last method on him. Rafe had excused himself to use the bathroom, while there, he heard the sound of a dog whimpering. He wasn't sure what it was so he decided to go about his business but when he came back, he couldn't find Snow anymore. He heard a noise behind him and spun around to find a bright white werewolf with blue eyes standing at the corner of the room, on a furry white carpet. Her fur glowed in the moonlight, making her look like a spirit of the night.