Warrior Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

But no sound came. Just him—**Asher**, standing on four powerful legs, covered in black and silver fur, his head snapping toward a group of intruders. He lunged, tearing through them with precision, no hesitation. A blur of motion, of fury and power. There was blood on his teeth. Steel couldn’t seem to touch him. *Oh my God.* *Oh my God.* *What—what is he?* And then… he turned. Saw her. Even through the monstrous form, **his eyes met hers**. Something in them held. Recognition. A flicker of… grief?

My eyes widened as it finally dawned on me, the realization of a truth I ducked around so much, Asher Blackwood was a werewolf!! It wasn’t over. I tried to scream again as both werewolves lunged at each other. Alpha a ball of silver grey fur and the other, a ball of black. Their teeth bared, snarling and jaws locking in a defiant growl. This was a fight of death, and I was a human witness of it.

I breathed, locking my eyes on Ash, who now stood up straight as if he was waiting for something. A few heartbeats passed, and I heard some movement, coming like a drum from all sides. I looked around, and then I saw them—wolves. There were dozens of them. They gathered at the side of the road, encircling Ash and the car where I sat. A dark gray wolf stepped to the front, measuring Ash with his crystal blue eyes. Ash went to the car trunk, opened it, and threw a black cloth toward the wolf. The beast immediately changed its form. A second later, a large, all-muscle, brown-haired man rose before us in the beast's place, swiftly wrapping the black cloth around his hips. I could see many scars

Even now. Especially now. But I also wanted more. I wanted to be worthy of her. I shifted suddenly, violently. Bones snapped. Muscles tore and reformed. The pain was a welcome punishment. Ash surged forward, sleek and massive, fur like smoke and coal. He hit the earth with a growl, shaking it loose beneath his paws. He ran. Not away from her. But to remember who we were without fear. We ran until the stars blurred. Until my lungs burned.

We are of the same age, known each other since we’re a pup but since his distance is far, we often bond unlike Jacob and I. The conference has ended when the screen has turned off. “You didn’t tell them that Ash was a stealer, Aiden.” Nick said as I sat on my chair. “I don’t need to.” Telling them may only blurred their thoughts and the last thing I would want is for my ally to question the bond I have with Ashira. “And David already knew. Ashira was a former Regal wolf, an adopted child of the Beta, that news won’t escape his ears.” Silence filled the room and I can feel that Nick’s head was filled with thoughts.

“Good to see you here, Your Majesty. The packs are watching.” “Always are,” Ronan replied, keeping his voice even. He exchanged a few careful words with the Witch Queen, an elegant woman with stars tattooed across her dark skin. She smiled politely but her eyes were sharp, like she could see more than she let on. A dragon lord in human form, tall, scaled tattoos climbing his neck gave him a respectful nod from across the room. The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

also true though his father would never know it. Months passed and Jones tried all manners of torture, including killing the men Alexandra had brought with her one by one. Just when Alexandra had been about to break a young White Wolf Clan child had accidently come by his cell and the boy's kindness and purity of spirit had helped Alexandra to carry on, not to break. She had never known the boy's name but the way the boy had found her lovely as he himself loved lovely things had been endearing. Unknown to Alexandra this young boy had been none other than Ash, a White Wolf Clan warrior who would grow up to become one of the most cunning and thus dangerous generals in army in the war against t

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Asher's P.O.V. I am Alpha Asher Martin of the Black Mountain Tribe, known as the Alpha Gamma. I am a beast, an animal, a ruthless predator. I belong to a pack that doesn’t adhere to humanity. A quad hybrid (werewolf, phoenix, vampire, and wizard), I know no mercy, am bloodthirsty, and punish those who err in my pack in a brutal manner.