Warrior Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

“Nothing. Just wanted to check that the she-wolf in your chambers didn’t scratch your face off.” I didn’t answer, I just scratched the back of my head in frustration. The sound of my nails against my skin made my wolf rumble softly. My glare should have burned through him, but he only chuckled. “Don’t glare at me, Asher. You know I’m right.” “She doesn’t listen,” I muttered. “Every word turns into a damn fight. She’s just so…” “You’ve really met your match, Alpha,” he said. “That one’s not like the others. She’s fire wrapped in skin — she’s got claws of her own. A very fierce little tiger, and the moment you think you’ve got her cornered, she bites.”

“Unless you want me to drag you out.” My heart hammered, the witch’s mark on my wrist prickling with heat. I straightened slowly, stepping into the open. The warrior stood a few paces away—tall, broad-shouldered, with the pack insignia stitched into his cloak. I recognized him now. Jarek. One of Damien’s favored blades. Not openly loyal, not openly treacherous. The worst kind. His gaze slid over me, sharp and assessing, before settling on my face. “Well,” he drawled. “Looks like the future of Shadowfang has sharp ears.”

"Keep your filthy hands away from me!" Minahil backed away laughing at her. Arya's harsh breaths calmed down after a while. "I so much despise this Bentley!" She commented for the umpteenth time, it seemed. "I want to have a tiger as a puppy!" Minahil said as an answer. "A tiger?" "Yes, a tiger." Minahil nodded. "A freaking tiger?" Arya widened her eyes. Minahil rolled her eyes but did not reply. She kept on watching Bentley.

Ash prefers to be at home every night with his mate. I turned around to face Angel and rubbed my face. “Target or just the lowest hanging fruit? Ash is a wolf, no real magic powers, doesn’t have the strength of a vampire, can’t fly away. He’s exposed almost all the time, not really guarded,” I said, thinking it through. He was an easy victim. But his title was all too important. Kidnapping him would be a very big fucking deal. Godfrey also had a soft spot for Ash and the Blacks obviously because of Sunny.

I didn't need to smell them to know who they were. Werecats. A tall man with jet-black hair and a jagged scar across his cheek stepped forward. Must be the leader. His golden eyes locked onto mine with a predatory intensity. "Imagine our luck when it was confirmed that you were the one. Damien, the thief." He spoke with a lisp that was barely noticeable. "Asher wants a word." Of course. My stomach twisted at the name, but I kept my face blank, refusing to show fear. "I'm not interested."

Pain shot through me, but I ignored it, driving my blade into his side. Beside me, Axel dispatched another wolf with a swift strike, his breathing heavy. “We can’t hold them off forever,” he said. “We don’t have to,” I replied, my voice fierce. “Just long enough for Atlas and Dad to strike.” A piercing howl cut through the chaos, and I glanced up to see Atlas’s warriors emerging from the forest. They charged into the fray with unrelenting force, their arrival shifting the momentum in our favour. Thor let out a fierce roar, rallying our warriors. “Push them back! Drive them out!”

This was pure torture. The sound of clothes shredding reached my ears even though they were covered. I looked up to see the beautiful black wolf, that I've come to love. I felt my wolf whimper at the sight of her mate.Macon pounced, ready to attack Asher, but Asher was faster then Macon. That fact was evident. Asher ducked, growling and whipping around... Instead he jumped knocking Macon to the side. Asher jumped onto Macon his claws extended into his sides, making him howl in pain, and buck.

I pushed past the bed, sprinted down the hall, slammed my shoulder into the door of the next ward until the window opened wide enough to see. And there she was. Ashlyn. A black Honshu wolf the size of a damn truck, her orange eyes burning like molten fire as she tore through Thoran’s lions. Her claws shredded their armor like paper. She picked them up in her jaws and threw them across the street like they weighed nothing. Her fur bristled with power, every movement sharp, deliberate, unstoppable. Beside her, wings cut the air. Krav’s dragon swooped low, his scales flashing blue-black in the torchlight. His claws raked across the rooftops, pulling lions from their perches and tossing them int

’ Hunter’s wolf, Max, catches up to Asher as they run side by side. Once I reach the stand-off between my warriors and Ciara’s rogues, I shift back into my human form. A warrior passes me some sweat pants and shirt. I stand among my warriors only twenty feet away from my beautiful mate. The winter breeze plays with her long hair, even a few strands brush across her forehead, and I am tempted to reach out and tuck it behind her ear so I can see her face.

I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes and relying on my nose to tell them apart. Ash was the first one I recognized. I smiled, pointing in the scent’s direction. “That’s Ash.” I opened my eyes to look. He was the biggest of them all. He had deep grey fur with a deeper shade of grey line cutting from under his chin to over his shoulder. He looked so beautiful. I closed my eyes and tried to pick out someone else. “That’s my dad.” I opened my eyes to see. He had black fur, with a patch of bronze on his belly and hind legs. It was weird seeing my dad like that—not human.