Warrior Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

He was a master warrior, and for a moment, it seemed they would hold. Then it happened. The second werewolf, a lanky creature with matted fur, feinted left and then lunged right, its claws aiming for Ashiel’s unprotected side—his left side, the side with the greyed scar. It was an opening a trained fighter should never have left. But Ashiel’s reaction was a fraction of a second slow. The movement was unfamiliar, the memory of how to defend that specific angle… blurred. The claws ripped through his tunic, scoring a deep, red gash right next to the old, grey scar.

Hardly any of them were enemies. Asher growls as he charges forward, leaping into the air and colliding with an enemy wolf midair. They both tumble to the ground as they growl and snap at each other. Asher's wolf is way bigger and he quickly overpowers him. Placing his pawn his face and pushing it into the ground as he leans forward and tears through his neck with his teeth. As he turns, he senses someone quickly approaching him and he kicks out with his back feet, kicking the warrior in the chest and sending him backwards into a tree. Asher snarled as he turns then latched onto his next victim.

My hands met the rough, uneven ground as I dropped to all fours, my bones shifting and cracking as my transformation into Ash began. “Ash!” Tarr’s voice rang out, a warning in his tone, but Ash growled menacingly in response, daring him to intervene. With a swift turn, Ash bolted into the dense forest. The frosty night air rushed over his fur as he ran, his paws churning up mud with each powerful stride. How could Amber have concealed such a significant truth from me? Beneath the moonlight, Ash continued to growl his frustration, his instincts urging him to vent his anger. In his path stood a towering tree, and with a furious charge, he rammed into it, snapping its branches with his head.

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.

It was like they had eyes everywhere. I watched with awe as Alpha Asher appeared at the scene. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a pair of matching pants. The jacket was adorned with several silver buttons, and he had a silver chain around his neck. He looked as imposing as ever, and I could see the warriors all stiffening with respect at the sight of him. Asher began to order the warriors, dividing them into different groups. I watched intently, wondering what he was up to. I couldn't understand a word of what he was saying, but I could tell that it was something important.

“Shift when ready, Kael. Show us your heart.” Kael nodded, his body rippling as he shifted, bones cracking softly, fur sprouting in a fluid transformation. Ash emerged—a towering gray wolf, his scarred muzzle held high, eyes wary but steady. He padded toward Ember, sniffing the air, his presence commanding yet cautious. The pack murmured, some shifting to wolves to observe, their tails wagging with interest. Ember circled Ash, her claws sparking as she tested his stance. “You move with purpose,” Alya’s voice growled through Ember, rich with intrigue. “Let’s see your fight.”

I had my knives out in no time and once he came in range, I plunged them deep into his temples from both sides. The blood spluttered out like a natural geyser and tainted my hands and the ground in its crimson shade while I watched his body heap. The other two attacked simultaneously but Asher had already seen them. He leapt through the air and snatched both of them by their heads; twisting them, he put them out of their misery with a loud growl resounding in his hairy chest. Blowing my beastly mate a flying kiss, I returned to healing my warriors. The next growl he let out seemed like a needy whimper.

I think she didn’t know the humor about me because she recklessly continues to run meeting my incoming move. Her eyes are oozing with excitement as she’s so proud to attack me. When I am in my calculated distance, I throw my sterling daggers straight to her forehead that shocked her up. The silver dagger being buried almost half of its size. As she was trying to get the dagger out of her system. The black rune changes into a clear crystal, as I saw how her forehead melts due to the wolf's bane mixture I experimented with. My dagger contains my H1N1 Wolfs Bane and Venom making the rune turns black. It will only activate as it quickly hits the body of the Werewolf. “Awooooo….Awooooooo” I curse

I agreed but…Ivy…was she alright? “Asher!” I heard Archer’s voice and hissed as two rogues launched themselves at me. I was taken aback and one of them almost got to me when a huge reddish-brown wolf launched at them, tearing the gangly thing apart in no time. It gave me enough time to recover and attack the other one. The brown wolf stood back, its nuzzle covered in blood and gave me a nod. I nodded back. The wolf belonged to Ivy’s father, and it was every bit the warrior wolf it was supposed to be. We were all injured in some way or other, even if a scratch, but he stood tall and firm, not a splatter of blood on him. At least not his.

She was concerned. "Get her out of here." Ash ordered Joshua in an unusual voice, which struck a note deep within Miranda's body. Then turning his vision away completely, Asher released a booming growl and sent his frame into the air. His limbs were suddenly tripled in size, his skin bleeding into long, dark fur. Ash landed on all fours, as he flew over Damien's head, who ducked away from the pouncing wolf at the last second. Ash turned towards the Mayor, and snapped his snout in a menacing manner.