Warriors Ashfur Novels & Stories

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

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.

“Ronald is calling an army to come, so there’s surely going to be a battle here. I might not be able to stay conscious for long. I can feel the stiffness within my body. Cassandra, we need to get out of this place before the disease gets me.” Tears welled up in my eyes but I forced myself to remain strong. “I’ll take Finnick before I shift into my wolf form,” he said, and after I nodded, he reached out, stroked my shoulder, and then began to change. Asher’s wolf form was more intimidating than I remembered. His fur was a deep, rich black, and his gray eyes turned a brilliant silver. He was tall and strong and radiated power. All of the remaining soldiers moved backward once he was done shift

But clearly he couldn’t see what I did, because when I looked at Asher, I did not see a commoner. Right before us all, Asher leaped into the air and did what should only be possible on a full moon, he shifted. His wolf’s fur was pure white and its eyes glowed—not green, but red. It let out a warning growl, but the authority rang in his voice and as one, every pack member fell to their knees in submission. Reign backed away, whatever boldness he’d once held was no more. Anger, fear, sadness, and defeat were what crossed through his eyes.

I haven't had the chance to run since I shifted. I would love too, my wolf wags her tail in anticipation. “Yes, let's do that” I say. Taking my hands, Asher leads me out of the house to the woods, still on our pack territory. He takes no time removing his clothes and shifts immediately. This is the first time I'll see Asher wolf. He's so huge, coated in black and grey fur. He's massive, the same height as me in my human form. I can see why he's so feared by people. He really looks like a beast, but a beautiful beast.

VIOLET’S POV (Six Years Later) “You can do better!” my voice called out as I stood by the edge of the mat warriors under my command were fighting on. There were sets of them, engaging in hand to hand combat that could determine what strength level they had. Looking at Asher who was pressed onto the mat by his opponent, he sure had a long way to go. It wasn’t that he wasn’t good, he just needed to be better because that was what was expected of warriors. I had my eyes on him for some time because he joined the warriors squad with so much energy that now seemed to look like it was dying off.

’ Asher snorted. I ended the mind-link as Asher came into view. He had shifted into his wolf, a large black beast that plowed through Vampire and Werewolf alike. Even with his large size, he moved with incredible speed and accuracy. Blood coated some of the other wolves' coats, yet none ceased their fighting. It seemed the Vampire King had deployed very little of his men on this attack, and used Luna Freya’s remaining men as the brunt force of the attack.

Not everyone joined the army with a patriotic heart. The temperature shifted around her as a pure white, dire wolf walked up the hill. Its coat glittered against the sun’s touch. “Everything good, Astara?” Atarah looked down at her second in command. The wolf was only an inch shorter than the horse, and the only one of its kind to exist in the kingdom. Astara nodded and then lifted her head to sniff at the air.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

She would find Asher, and she would make sure he understood the full truth—no more lies, no more half-truths. *** Asher’s paws sank into the soft forest floor, the scent of pine and earth grounding him as he ran deeper into the woods. The cold air whipped past him, carrying away the anger and confusion that had threatened to consume him. His wolf had taken over completely, its primal instincts guiding his path and granting him a release his human side couldn’t find.