Scourge X Ashfur Novels & Stories

My wolf rumbles faintly in my chest, and I feel my body readying itself before my mind fully catches up. “You’re ready,” Asher murmurs. His hand brushes against mine—brief, accidental, impossible to ignore. I catch my breath, the heat flaring between us once more. The rouges stir, but before they can fully engage, a sudden alert from the scouts sends them scattering, retreating toward the deeper woods. It’s a minor skirmish, but enough to raise the stakes, to remind us both that this threat is constant.

I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes and relying on my nose to tell them apart. Ash was the first one I recognized. I smiled, pointing in the scent’s direction. “That’s Ash.” I opened my eyes to look. He was the biggest of them all. He had deep grey fur with a deeper shade of grey line cutting from under his chin to over his shoulder. He looked so beautiful. I closed my eyes and tried to pick out someone else. “That’s my dad.” I opened my eyes to see. He had black fur, with a patch of bronze on his belly and hind legs. It was weird seeing my dad like that—not human.

The baby kicked a strong, confident thump against my ribs. "Then we end this," I finished. "For good." Ashren squeezed my hand. "For the pup," he said. "For the pup," I agreed. The Sun’s Fury hurtled through the void, carrying a dying man, a pregnant queen, and a wolf who had seen too much darkness to ever be afraid of the night again.

"My Little Wolf!" Ash burst through the door, his body radiating the chill from running through the forest, his silver-streaked black fur slowly retracting. He thought that running in the cold night air would mask the musky scent of Scarlett's body left behind by his lovemaking with her, but my enhanced senses could still pick up on the telltale signs. I pushed him away when he tried to embrace me, suppressing the urge to retch at his touch. "It's possible that my previous injury has relapsed."

he promises as he paces backwards trying to get away from me. I run towards him swiping my big claws out at him slicing his leg. It was all I could reach but I hear a roar from his black wolf as he shifts back and races towards me. Ashley is excited to be in the fight. She has wanted to take this bastard out and now will get the chance or she will die trying.

Without another word, I head back, making my way toward the eastern woods. A little up the hill, where I last met him. I stop. Lift my head. And howl. A low, conscious howl. It was a signal, one only Asher understood. Moments later, a rustling in the underbrush caught my attention. A growl followed, low and guttural, and then he emerged—a towering dire wolf with crimson fur that gleamed like embers in the moonlight. His molten eyes locked onto mine as he sniffed the air, wary and wild.

Jason ferociously struggled to get the rogue of him and he was almost successful until Gorah's insane cackle resonated into the early morning air enveloping him. There, dwarfish and nude, stood the rogue alpha, cackling evily at the scene of Jason and Oscar brawling. Beside him was a smallish grey wolf who he animatedly referred to. "Now isn't this funny Roy?" He chuckled some more. Then with the most ear piercing growl, another ash coloured wolf flew out of nowhere and tackled the burgundy wolf away from Jason's multifarious wolf. Ash paws scratched fiercely at the burgundy's chest, drawing blood. The wolf didn't relent, it scratched and scratched till the blood loss resulted into the burgu

I rolled my eyes and told him I planned on it as I followed after the pair. "Stay with your uncle," I told Jayna as I rushed upstairs. Heading to my room I heard yelling coming down the hall and furious growls. Glancing down at myself I opted to change quickly before being the referee for my former fathers. I figured Lucian was in there anyway so hurried I to change. Donning a new shirt and pants I headed down the hall just as the door opened and Xavier came out covered in blood. He was sobbing and I rushed past him to see Ashton laying on his side, shifted into his small wolf. Lucian was putting pressure on the wound on his midsection and telling him to heal himself. I kneeled beside him an

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

It was a crusade. "They call themselves the Ashen Paw," the scout continued, his gaze fixed on the floor, as if he could not bear to meet the King's eyes. "They are led by two figures. A witch, they call her the Weaver, a woman who walks with the fog and speaks to the ravens. And her champion. A wolf."