Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

From that sound alone, I knew there were five people here. I closed my eyes again and focused on the scents, realizing my mate's scents hadn't changed. Perseus still smelled like a living, vibrant forest, with intense notes of wild pine, apple trees, and resin, all touched with aged leather soaked in amber and oak moss. Achilles carried the scent of oak moss, blended with orange blossom, and in the background came a trace of sandalwood. But when I breathed deeper, I caught something different, something sour, unpleasant, and I sighed, understanding why: the curse was on him. I just didn’t know exactly how yet.

Kihara and Carly paused when they heard voices from the woods close to the path they took. They ran in the direction of the sound, they were surprised when they saw Alpha Oswald on the floor and Blaze about to slash Alpha Oswald's neck. Carly and Kihara changed immediately to their wolf form and attacked Blaze. Carly growled as she knocked Blaze away, her wolf claws ripping open his stomach. Kihara howled as she bit into Blaze's flesh. Blaze howled in pain, trying to stick his claws in their wolves. Carly growled louder, snapping at Blaze as she charged toward him again.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

I grinned as I let my true scent sniff by the last were-rogue. I can tell she’s a girl due to her stand, her size smaller than them, and her voice. She sniffs the air and closes her almost dilated red eyes while drooling sticky saliva. “Playtime…” I coldly said as I get one of my personalized sterling silver daggers. Its handle design with ancient carves with a black diamond rune at the center. While the silver blade has a small skull with the letter “D” on its forehead. It’s my signature as a well-known werewolf hunter feared by them.

Then his mouth curled, sharp with greed. “There it is,” he whispered. “Finally.” Before he could finish, before he could harness whatever sick claim he thought he had over me, a shadow surged into us. Heath. A beast of black fur and fury, blood glistening on his muzzle, eyes lit like hellfire. He collided with Ashar with a force that rattled my bones, massive claws raking down Ashar’s chest. Ashar’s grip tore from me as he staggered, teeth bared. “Get off me!” Ashar roared, and his body broke apart, shifting, twisting, snapping until a massive silver-gray wolf stood where he had been.

Just as I prepared to move, I was pounced on by a blonde wolf with dark chocolate-brown fur. Asher. Her growl vibrated through the air like a curse meant for me. I felt her claws dig into my shoulder before I could react, and her scent — one I once claimed — filled me with disgust and rage. She had found me faster than I expected.

“This isn’t right! Something is controlling them—” But she didn’t get to finish. A rogue lunged at her from behind, but before it could reach her, a white blur collided with it, sending it flying like a ragdoll. His fur radiated a faint, silver luminescence, and his eyes were sharp with both wisdom and caution. Freya gasped. "Why have you come—?" Ashenfur did not direct his gaze towards her. Instead, he growled at the horde of cursed rogues. "THIS IS NOT THEIR FAULT," the spirit rumbled. "THEY ARE BEING MANIPULATED BY A FORCE THAT HAS LONG BEEN AWAKENED."

Every eye locked in the same direction. At him. At the creature standing in the middle of the sand, blood dripping from his jaw, his fur white as fresh snow. The wolf. The same one from my dreams. Asher. He towers over the others. His body is massive, pure muscle and rage, covered in fur so bright it seems to glow against the scorched earth. His claws are like knives, soaked in red. His fangs, goddess, his fangs gleam under the broken sunlight. His icy blue eyes scan the chaos, wild and sharp and deadly.

Blood stained the clearing, a crimson proof of the fight for survival. Draven, a whirlwind of silver fur and sharp teeth, moved like a predator, each strike a testament to his honed skills, each growl a chilling reminder of his might. He cut through the enemy ranks, a beacon of hope for the Howling Wind pack, a storm of fury against the darkness. Asher, a loyal wolf, moved with the grace of a panther, his eyes never leaving his target. He fought with the precision of an expert, his claws a blur of deadly accuracy.

Ashley let out a groan as she struggled to free herself from Elizabeth hold. Henry and Alex lurched forward to save Ashley but something flashed across and stopped in front of them. It was Charles. He was looking exactly like Elizabeth except that his horns were longer and there was a kind of scar on the side of his neck. "Where do you think you're going huh?" He growled and in a flash, he grabbed their necks and threw them to the far end of the hallway. Alex and Henry groaned as they tried to get up on their feet. "Tsk Tsk......you're weak. Should I just end your life now or should I make you suffer a bit more" Charles smirked.