Warrior Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

“But they fight with us.” A sudden wind picked up from the east. Leaves soared like embers. One of the Old Ones advanced into the clearing—a tall wolf, pitch-black pelt jagged with silver crackling like lightning, eyes reflecting the moon. It sniffed the air and glared at me. And then it spoke. Her name slithered into the night: Ashirah. Amara gasped. That’s when everything shattered. Her eyes flicked to me. Then back to the wolf as if searching for something lost.

Dragging her backwards and pushing her into the ground, the beast violently flips her onto her back—making her chances of survival close to nothing with no intervention. Ash releases a low rumbling growl as he catches sight of the disadvantaged wolf; becoming restless and tormented while he sits idly by, listening to the wails and cries of the scattered wolves building around us. Looking up with anguish-washed eyes, he whines in reason when I can already guess what it is that he wants—unwilling to stand by anymore and allow the downfall of our friends to pursue despite their tenacious efforts to fight back. Jittering to where he stands, every molecule within Ash’s body becomes responsive—urg

I have not even completed what I want to say. “No!!!” He punches the wall to the extent the whole room quivers. The echo is overwhelming. “I am Asher Feathers, and war has begun! Whoever is doing this, has bitten more than he can chew. I will not rest until I find those behind this and drink their blood from their skull. I am Asher Feathers, and this is my promise to you!!”

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

Queens of her line never did. But when the final contraction tore through her, her fangs lengthened involuntarily—and somewhere aboveground, wolves howled in answer. The Werewolf Warlord stood at the threshold, massive and unmoving. He had not been invited. He had not been forbidden. He was tall even for his kind, broad-shouldered, built like something meant for war. His skin was sun-bronzed and scarred, marked with claw-lines and old burns. Long ash-brown hair was bound at the nape of his neck, but loose strands clung to his face with sweat. His eyes—golden, sharp, unmistakably wolf—never left the Queen.

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

Asura heard something from behind. MEOW! A black-furred stray cat stood right behind Asura. "Cat?!" "Right, the predators that often prey on mice are cats. So what, it's just a cat." Asura monologued to himself. When the cat wanted to ambush him, Asura immediately sprayed a sizable fire towards the stray cat. BRRAR! In an instant, the black cat disappeared from Asura's sight. Only ashes and a burning scent remained of the cat. "Sorry, I've gone too far. Next time don't try to surprise me from behind." Asura walked away and approached Arya Santanu who was very interested in the sword seller.

’ ‘are you sure? ‘yes, I want to meet him. I know he won’t hurt me’ I smiled. ‘he never would give me a second’ he went behind a bush and transformed. His fur was coated black, he looked fearsome and magnificent at the same time, the way he walked, anyone could guess he was of the royal linage. ‘nice to meet you. I am Valerie Red, ’ I introduced myself. ‘I am Ash, nice to meet you, my mate’ Ash mind linked me. Licking my nose as I sign of approval.

Asher was fighting ferociously and ruthlessly without mercy and their numbers were decreasing. The rogues backed away briefly gathering their strength while some shifted into their wolves. Asher snapped his head back to me inspecting me. The crimson-red glow of his eyes darkened dangerously as it took in the blood rushing from my arm and cuts all over my body. He growled again, shifted into his wolf, and lunged at the wolves that charged at him. He killed brutally, his claws leaving each of his victims in a horrid state.

I watched the life drain from his eyes, and with a final, satisfying crack, I snapped his neck. "Shadow Guard!" I roared into the forest. "Tear them apart!" The inhibitor had weakened us, but it hadn't erased our strength entirely. Rage and vengeance burned like a wildfire, fueling our return to the fight. My warriors surged forward like beasts unleashed. Gunshots rang out, but no one cared. We were wolves. We were predators. And tonight, the forest would run red with their blood. I snatched a silver dagger from the ground and lunged at the nearest mercenary.