Warriors Ashfur Novels & Stories

He held my hand and pushed me in front of Rozsa who is now wearing a gray dress. Now, I realized that I am the only one who's wearing a white dress. All of them are either wearing brown or gray clothes. Women are in dresses, while men are in their simple shirt clothing. One thing is for sure, the way they dress up is quite similar to mortals, so I guess that I'll be able to cope up with them and their culture. "Today, we are gathered to welcome our newest family member. Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie, the legendary white wolf. We are lucky to have her in our kingdom as we all thought that there would be no white wolf left in our world."

She explained trying to get her laughter under control. Some of them laughed and the rest smirked. “I guess it does.” Ashur said laughing. He shifted as the rest waited but when he went to step forward a second wolf with red fur appeared. He could tell in an instant it was Sam. He nodded at her and the two set out sniffing for any explosives. They didn’t find any but what they found made them all cringed.

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.

“Don’t stray away. ” “Yes, sir,” I responded. The hunt commenced well. The alphas took the lead, their laughter resonating through the woods. I lingered at the back, observing Mr. Wolfe closely. I had reluctantly learned their names as the hunt started. First came Asher. Tall, broad-shouldered, and sturdy like a fortress. His dark hair cascaded in chaotic waves, encasing a face adorned with sharp angles and rugged lines. His eyes were a deep emerald.

The Imperial Commander drew his broadsword, his face twisting in rage as he realized his rear guard was being dismantled by a handful of mountain wolves. He kicked his horse toward me, swinging his blade in a lethal downward arc. I ducked beneath the whistling steel, feeling the wind of his blade graze my hair. Before he could pull his horse around for a second strike, a massive, dark shadow leaped straight over my head from behind. It was Asher. He was in half-shift—his golden eyes blazing like fire, thick dark fur running along his forearms, long black claws tearing through his leather gloves. He slammed into the Commander’s horse, bringing the massive warhorse crashing to the wet ground i

“Luna? Can I... can I please touch your wolf’s ears if she comes out?” A breathless laugh tore from my throat. It wasn't the polite chuckle I used for the court noblewomen, it was a bright, untamed sound that I hadn't heard since before coming to the North. I knelt down in the snow, letting a partial shift soften my features just enough for the boy to touch the soft, midnight-black fur at my temple. Inside my mind, Ash didn't growl or pace defensively. She wagged, her spirit bounding with a light, joyful energy that made my entire chest feel lighter.

Looking at him coldly, Ash said, "Because you’re not worth my time." The group was floored at these words and then saw the giant wolf charging toward them. It opened its jaw, exuding a foul stench of blood and decay as it swiftly closed in on them. It was only now that they realized Ash's plan. He had no intention of killing them himself and wanted to have the wolf devour them. "No!" Witnessing their former ally turn into a monstrous creature and attack them, they were frozen with fear, unable to act. With horrifying screams, they were torn to shreds, and their blood sprayed everywhere. Once these level nine warriors were eliminated, the remaining soldiers were nothing to them.

he asked with a smug smile. "I don't care about your name! Just leave me alone!" she yelled, jerking her hand from his hold. His smile faded and his forehead creased. "Better watch what you say because I'm a prefect and you can't talk to me anyhow" He said in a bragging manner, hoping it'll impress her. "I don't give a f**k!" Ashley retorted and walked out of him. "I'll still get you" He said to himself, smacking his lips as he watched her walk away.

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

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