Warrior Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie." I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes.

“If you used the head up here instead of the one down here to think sometimes, maybe you would have realized, hm?” “I don’t get any sympathy at all?” “None.” Ash quirked his brow as if to ask him what he was gonna do about it. Alex only chuckled. He moved in, pressing his nose to Ash before claiming his lips in a kiss. His mate is indeed a cute, Ash is always his cute little kitten who are ready to bite you if you mess with him.

“And here we have delta female Jodi, and her mate Hudson.” Jodi had ginger-blonde curls and freckles over pale skin. She smiled sweetly and waved. Hudson was massive—broad-shouldered, with a man bun, but cut sides, tattoos, and a serious face. He nodded once, solemn and silent. He gave off a broody and dangerous vibe. “Hm, so I’m sitting with the upper crust of wolf society…” I muttered. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said with a wink. “Don’t listen to him,” Kate disagreed. “We’re all equals here.”

He was six foot seven and his pack lived up in the cold mountains. Next to him was Callahan Finn. He was the alpha of the Summer Rain pack. He had light-blond hair and brown eyes. He was the perfect definition of a golden retriever personality, which contradicted his towering height of six foot five. Just like his hair, his wolf was blond. Asher Grey was the last of King’s friends. Asher was the alpha of the Ghost bound pack. He had gray hair and black eyes. He was the opposite of Callahan mysterious and almost scary.

PERCY AT first, I saw the confusion in her violet eyes, then came the pain I knew would come. It was the pain of your very soul being torn out from you and binding with that of your mate. I was a werewolf, and an Alpha, not to mention I had done this before with Valerie, so I was not only prepared for the pain, but I was also far stronger than her, the pain meant nothing to me.

“Thank you.” Ayla nodded again, and for some reason, that small gesture felt more honest than a long speech. Before the silence could settle too deeply, noise erupted from the hallway. Cursing. A lot of cursing. The doors opened, and two elite warriors appeared dragging Asher between them while he fought just enough to be dramatic and not enough to actually escape, which told me he was making a point more than resisting. His hair was slightly messy, his shirt half-buttoned, and his expression was pure offended royalty.

At some cue I couldn't discern, all six wolves lifted, bearing my weight amongst them. White-hot pain hit me like lightning, searing down my spine. I wanted to howl, but the only that came out were deep muffled groans. "Fuck," One warrior hissed under his breath, but my noises of discomfort didn't keep them from accelerating into motion. Long strides ate up the ground as they maneuvered around trees and the thick underbrush. "Wait a minute!" The warrior, I knew as Asher bit out. The wolves came to an abrupt halt causing me to curse violently in my head.

Asha stepped forward first, flanked by warriors, her sharp eyes scanning us with the precision of someone who’d spent hours waiting and worrying. Her expression flickered between relief and dread as she took in the blood, the exhaustion, and the lingering grief that clung to us like a second skin. “They’re back!” one of the warriors exclaimed, the tension in his voice breaking into a shaky laugh. Asha’s shoulders sagged, her composure cracking for just a moment before she regained it. She approached swiftly, her wolf pacing beneath her skin as her eyes darted from one of us to the next. “What happened?” she asked, her voice tight, her gaze locking on Killian.

Dexter brought the pup down gently from our back, and into a grassy part of the forest ground. “All of you,” I called, and their attention instantly snapped to me, “make sure this pup gets to his mother safe and sound, you are dismissed.” Without a single hesitation, the wolves all moved, taking my order into action. They gently placed Asher on the back of their fellow warrior, and with one nod, they marched on out towards the direction of the silver fang. I turned my gaze back to Maddox, staring him directly in the eyes, but he was quick to avoid my glare as he pretended to be watching the warriors leave.

She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break. The injured rogue is back on his feet. He lunges towards Ash, but he never reaches her. Dom grabs hold of his hurt leg. His teeth fall into the already made holes. This time Dom doesn’t let up, turning the rogue’s bone to dust. Ash stands above the gray wolf. He doesn’t dare move. He knows those glowing green eyes are eager to kill him. This is our first-time watching Ash fight. I have to admit I’m equal parts impressed and terrified, just as I am with her human counterpart. My mate is something special. Dom nuzzles against Ash. For a split second, she leans into him before leaving just as fast as she ca