Warriors Ashfur Novels & Stories

’ 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 didn't scream though. I am not sure how I didn't realize it without Talia telling me, but Ash's wolf was almost identical to her except the white patch and mismatched eyes. Ash's wolf was light gray with white spots and he had a black patch over his right eye. His eyes were a shiny silver, only shining brighter with the full moon. I felt Talia taking control, but I was still there…present. Is this how she feels everyday? It's an odd feeling.

I shouted at the guard and tell him to call Ash, the War team leader. Ash come after I done putting my shirt and jeans. He was the tallest one in the hideout, with an army cut of black hair and piercing blue almost slivery eyes. He was one of the idol werewolf on every pack. He doesn’t care about it; I don’t know that he even trying to find any mate, after what happened to his mate. “Something happened, boss?” Asked Ash. “Yeah, gathered the team. Zephyr needs us.” I Said to him, while I carry my backpack and took my keycar.

kael said We all shifted My wolf was no longer scrawny and white It was Ash and big My Mate was Infront of me, his huge black fur looking at me We took off at high speed to the Summercrest pack.. ***

Even now. Especially now. But I also wanted more. I wanted to be worthy of her. I shifted suddenly, violently. Bones snapped. Muscles tore and reformed. The pain was a welcome punishment. Ash surged forward, sleek and massive, fur like smoke and coal. He hit the earth with a growl, shaking it loose beneath his paws. He ran. Not away from her. But to remember who we were without fear. We ran until the stars blurred. Until my lungs burned.

I’m the best weapon, Asher responded, clenching his fists, feeling the power of his wolf surging through him. You’ll take all of your energy, the wolf warned, though he didn’t deny him its strength. Transform. Now, Asher instructed, wasting no time as he hit the ground running in an all out sprint, his muscles slowly contorting, fur sprouting from his skin. He doubled, tripled in size, falling onto all fours, his senses boosting. His vision was better, his sense of smell out of this world. The fur of his wolf was a beautiful midnight black, blending into the darkness around him.

He had to focus on the bigger issue: whoever was trying to ambush them, and Snow. The shadows crept closer. Both of them shifted into their wolves instantly. Asher’s wolf was a massive brown-ginger color. His eyes glowed pitch black, his claws were long and sharp at the edges, his fangs almost shark-like. His fur gleamed in the dark. Beside him stood Imogen’s wolf, a sleek, gray-colored wolf. Smaller in size compared to Asher’s muscular form, but still radiating danger. Her build was more feminine, but nothing about her looked weak.

Ash looked out the window and started counting. "There are other rogues out there Madeline and you can't fight them all." I looked at him as I dropped and converted into Luna. His eyes softened at the white wolf and he let out an inhuman growl. Luna tilted her head and growled softly and Ash started stripping. His wolf is waking, she informed me and we sat on my haunches as Ash fell to the ground twisting and contorting into a stunning silver colored dire wolf with one lovely blue eye. Luna headed towards him and licked his muzzle and rubbed herself against his large body. Your wolf is stunning. What's his name? Ash looked around and bumped into Luna. He tells me his name is Firth. This is w

I fell to my knees beside him, brushing back his fur with shaking hands. "Dad," I whispered, voice thick. "I’ve got you. Just hold on." His wolf eyes met mine, filled with pain but also pride. "You did well, pup..." his voice rasped in my mind. "But it's not over." I looked around at the warriors gathering the wounded, at Louis limping toward me with his arm around Asher, both bruised and bloodied but alive. Aria was beside them, her face pale but determined as she helped a fallen warrior shift back to human form.

Except for Kelvin and his wolf, Tyr. The brown wolf used his senses as the instructor announced the start of the sparring. Recognizing his opponent, a big copper-brown wolf named North, Asher felt relaxed. Ivan has been a warrior ever since he was fifteen. He heard about him turning eighteen soon and being the next in line to be the lead warrior of the pack. Kelvin had introduced him to Kinsley once.