Warrior Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

Looking at him coldly, Ash said, "Because you’re not worth my time." The group was floored at these words and then saw the giant wolf charging toward them. It opened its jaw, exuding a foul stench of blood and decay as it swiftly closed in on them. It was only now that they realized Ash's plan. He had no intention of killing them himself and wanted to have the wolf devour them. "No!" Witnessing their former ally turn into a monstrous creature and attack them, they were frozen with fear, unable to act. With horrifying screams, they were torn to shreds, and their blood sprayed everywhere. Once these level nine warriors were eliminated, the remaining soldiers were nothing to them.

From the shadows, the chosen opponent stepped forward. It was not a stranger. It was Elder Marros, the Wolf of Ashen Fang, scarred by decades of battle, his fur streaked with gray though his body remained unbroken. He was not merely an Elder of counsel but one of the last who had bled in the wars of the old tribes, and when he shifted into his wolf form, massive and thick with power, the Pack drew in a collective breath of awe and terror. His muzzle bore the mark of fire, his left eye clouded but unblinking, and his growl vibrated through the soil beneath Fenric’s feet.

She didn't even know what the war beast was until priestess Luciana mentioned it. Annabelle hit her forehead in frustration and said, "This simply means I'll have to summarize the whole story to you guys. Seriously?" "Hmm, I want to study now so I'll tell you after dinner okay?" She added. "Whatever" Ashely mumbled and strolled into the bathroom. ----- It was late in the evening and Ashley was feeling restless. At one time, she would stand up and pace around the room. At another, she would lay on the bed, tossing restlessly. Claire and Monica were playing a multi-player game while Annabelle was studying.

His sharp features are twisted into a cruel smirk, and his eyes glint with malice as he surveys the scene. “Damon,” he says, his voice carrying a mocking tone. “I was wondering when you’d show up. I hope you didn’t tire yourself out on my warriors.” Damon shifts back to human form, his expression dark and unreadable. “Let the prisoners go, Asher. This doesn’t have to end in blood.” Asher chuckles, a low, menacing sound. “But where’s the fun in that?” Without warning, he shifts, his body morphing into a massive, silver-furred wolf. His sheer size is intimidating, but it’s the way he carries himself—confident, almost arrogant—that sends a ripple of unease through the room.

My muscles bulged, and my bones cracked as they repositioned themselves. My fingers elongated into claws, and my skin itched as fur sprouted all over my body. Ash's power surged through me. The transformation neared completion, and he was taking over. "You have to calm down," I tried to reason with him, but it fell on deaf ears. Ash was too powerful, too consumed by anger. Even Orion couldn't stand him. I was now an Ash wolf, my fur a deep, dark gray, with claws as sharp as knives. "Relax, Ash," I said, my voice strained. "We can't let our anger control us."

I knew Alpha wolves were big and powerful, but Asher’s wolf was something else. My heart pounded faster. ‘Go help him!’ Elin urged me excitedly. I jumped out of the car and shifted. My wolf was white, with golden fur on her paws. Anyone who saw Elin always said she was gorgeous. Asher spotted me from a distance and roared, “Get back in the car!” I ignored him, charging at one of the rogues and tearing out his throat. Asher gave me a look of admiration and surprise. He didn’t stop me again.

Reign kicked open the door, and in his haste to escape he’d left himself open to Asher’s attack. It was chaos. Kate was on her knees in tears, trying to keep her mother from bleeding out. A distance away Asher faced his father once again. His white fur was now covered in blood—some of which was his. Still I watched in astonishment as he ripped the ex-alpha into shred like he was no more than an ordinary wolf. “Call for the healers!” I ordered, as I joined Kate in applying pressure on the wounds. There it was again, the stench of death.

he mumbled, his eyes turning black, “yes, I hate.” “Then unleash that part of you they have never seen, lock up their parts in you and give them the one they have never experienced. Let them know that you are not as simple as you seem. Claim your destiny, my prince.” Catherine smiled. Asher screamed as black smoke started sipping out of his eyes and swirling around him. Black veins stretched from his hands to his neck and on his face. His eyes were black and hollow and his lips were chapped as his claws grew long, black, and sharp.

Nothing had prepared me for what waited on the lawn. Ash tore across the yard with his arms out like a tiny plane with no brakes. Clutched to his chest, a calico cat looked resigned to the fate of being loved by a toddler. Its fur had gone from poofy to flattened. “ASH!” I yelled, out of breath. He stopped mid-roll and hugged the cat like it was the last treasure on earth. “Mommy!” he shouted. “Look! His name is Spaghetti!” I blinked once. Twice. “What?”

Stefan minklinked the warriors to join in and help the demon warriors sustain Asher. Asher growled a warning at them. He released another deathly, shivering growl, warning the warriors to step back, but when no one budged from their position, Asher attacked. He sprang upon the wolves and attacked ferociously with his claws and canines. He moved fast and was attacking some warriors, but Stefan, Cory, Trish and I pushed him off the warriors.