Warrior Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

Asher was seconds away from snapping his jaws across Inuharu’s jugular when a bright blue light shined from Kir’s direction. An inch before Asher was able to take Inuharu’s life, a large blue and black feline snatched Asher up by the back of his neck and flinged him into the air. Luca and his father both froze midfight upon noticing the large cat. “Ha…Haha…Ha! So this is your true form, Princess? It’s magnificent! This is what Asher was hiding from me? I can see why.” Lord Livondia laughed maniacally as he watched Kir and Asher battle it out.

"Unfortunately, I do." "You will change your mind once you try theirs, I promise." "Hope so." Asher is originally from my mother's pack, a few survivors of the war. He was no more than five years old when he was brought here, and he and my mother were close. He doesn't remember much about the royal pack, except that it was magnificent and that it often snowed. I wish I knew more about it. His parents were both betas, and he's no ordinary wolf; he's a pure beta.

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr

Except for Kelvin and his wolf, Tyr. The brown wolf used his senses as the instructor announced the start of the sparring. Recognizing his opponent, a big copper-brown wolf named North, Asher felt relaxed. Ivan has been a warrior ever since he was fifteen. He heard about him turning eighteen soon and being the next in line to be the lead warrior of the pack. Kelvin had introduced him to Kinsley once.

I smirked in return. Alpha Asher stood still as I closet the distance between us. His dark eyes lingered on me, cautious and guarded. I lifted my hand slowly, toying with the collar of his button down shirt. "What's your wolf's name?" I smirked up at him, peering up through my eyelashes. Asher remained silent for a few moments, his dark eyes blazing into my own. "Grim." Was all he said, his lips moving softly. "Grim." I repeated the name slowly, smiling up at Asher as I graze my teeth against my bottom lip. "Shame he can't come out and play."

I shouted at the guard and tell him to call Ash, the War team leader. Ash come after I done putting my shirt and jeans. He was the tallest one in the hideout, with an army cut of black hair and piercing blue almost slivery eyes. He was one of the idol werewolf on every pack. He doesn’t care about it; I don’t know that he even trying to find any mate, after what happened to his mate. “Something happened, boss?” Asked Ash. “Yeah, gathered the team. Zephyr needs us.” I Said to him, while I carry my backpack and took my keycar.

Ash looked out the window and started counting. "There are other rogues out there Madeline and you can't fight them all." I looked at him as I dropped and converted into Luna. His eyes softened at the white wolf and he let out an inhuman growl. Luna tilted her head and growled softly and Ash started stripping. His wolf is waking, she informed me and we sat on my haunches as Ash fell to the ground twisting and contorting into a stunning silver colored dire wolf with one lovely blue eye. Luna headed towards him and licked his muzzle and rubbed herself against his large body. Your wolf is stunning. What's his name? Ash looked around and bumped into Luna. He tells me his name is Firth. This is w

My bones twist and crack as they dislocate and realign to the form of my beautiful wolf. The near perfect, and smooth transition is seamless now, and Ash shakes her beautiful deep gray fur out as I drop back to give her the freedom she loves for her runs. Seeing things through her eyes is bizarre but beautiful. So detailed. And she wastes no time in setting off across the forest.

He becomes a crazy omega who is always ready to fight, and he never listens to anyone. The conclusion is that Ash is the most hot-headed pregnant omega cat she has ever seen in her whole career or in her whole life. "I love you too, so don't order the laxative, please," Ash whined, but Cat ignored his plea and spoke to a nurse to bring in the laxative. Alex smiled at Ash's discomfort. It was payback for the way Ash treated him these past few weeks. Cat made sure Ash's vitals and the babies were good and not in any danger. Once she was done, she left the room.

she purred and just then, she cat-walked out of the back of the room with her eyes latched on mine. Ashley was a very beautiful girl with abnormally red hair, long legs, and a face that human models, before the war, would die for. She was also young, in the middle of her 9th century, and had the temper of a wild tiger and a grizzly bear put together. To cut the long story short, I didn’t like her. I never did and never would.