Warriors Ashfur Novels & Stories

I knew Alpha wolves were big and powerful, but Asher’s wolf was something else. My heart pounded faster. ‘Go help him!’ Elin urged me excitedly. I jumped out of the car and shifted. My wolf was white, with golden fur on her paws. Anyone who saw Elin always said she was gorgeous. Asher spotted me from a distance and roared, “Get back in the car!” I ignored him, charging at one of the rogues and tearing out his throat. Asher gave me a look of admiration and surprise. He didn’t stop me again.

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

It caused the earth to vibrate angrily. "I want mate!" Asher's wolf growled, and he loosened the hold Wren and the warriors had on him, flinging them around. His eyes glowed murderously as he lunged at one of the warriors closest to him. His sharp claws dug into his chest. Stefan minklinked the warriors to join in and help the demon warriors sustain Asher.

Every step sent sharp pain through his ribs, but he gritted his teeth and focused on Liora’s determined face, he wouldn’t fall behind. A huge crimson-furred wolf, the one from the ridge, the soldier burst from the trees ahead, blocking their path. It stood on its hind legs, intelligent, hateful eyes locking on Liora. Ash didn’t slow down; instead, he slammed into the beast, his knife flashing silver. The wolf roared and swiped a clawed paw that tore through leather and flesh. Ash grunted from the pain but drove his knife deep into its shoulder. “Ash!” Liora cried out.

Ash flogged him hard with the tree branch and he fell down on the ground and groaned out loud in pain. "Now get up and come fight me," Ash said not knowing what was going on with Robinson. His eyes had changed and he was already transforming into his wolf. While Ash kept on asking him to get up from the ground. He suddenly changed to his wolf and attacked him which Ash couldn't dodge and he was thrown off to a tree. His back hit hard on the tree and he fell down and vomited blood. He quickly stood up on his feet and came to look at Robinson's wolf. It was white in color and very huge like that of an Alpha. He started going closer and it bawled at him, showing it was still angry. Ash apologiz

My wolf whimpered, wanting his warmth. "Do it," I whispered. I was too cold for pride. Ashren nodded. He moved quickly. He unzipped his sodden flannel jacket and peeled off the wet shirt underneath. His chest was broad, covered in scars from years of fighting rogues. Muscles rippled under his skin as he shivered slightly in the cold air. "Come here," he said. He pulled me against him. The contact was electric.

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.

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

That was a mystery I sort of did not want to get to the bottom to. Now I am Kendrick, the same old grumpy brown wolf with a quack howl. I had brown hair brown eyes, white skin, and man did I like white cotton briefs! They are perfect for what they have to do down there, keeping my 6.75” dick where it had to be.

If Ash Winters were an animal, he'd be a feral fox — wild, cunning and fucking mischievous. “When I become heir to the house, you'd be my bodyguard because woof! You're one skilled fighter.” He stood to his feet and casually walked towards me like he felt no pain surging through his body, like all the while his body was thrown against the ground and wall, it excited him.