Warriors Cats Ashfur Mga Nobela at Kwento

he complimented and Ruby purred from hearing those words. He stretched his hands and touched her fur, when he got to her ear, she laid her head in his palm. “She likes it” Livey said through the mind-link. “Hamish wants to be let out” Ash answered. His wolf Hamish wanted his mate Ruby to see him also, he was eager to look at her beauty with his own eyes. Ash immediately changed and Hamish stood tall in a black shiny colour. He was a bit bigger than Ruby and she snuggled her head under him.

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.

he said, and I nodded at her. Desiree bent down and tried to shift. With the way she behaved, it seemed as if she had never shifted before, but her claws grew out, and I was glad that her wolf would come through. Gradually, but painfully, she shifted, and I started laughing from relief and joy. Ashria was a beautiful Alpha brown wolf. Her fur was rich in colour, and her turquoise eyes were beautiful. I looked at Kendra, and her eyes widened with fear. She began to shake her head.

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.

’ 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 wish I could spend my days here. The rain watered the plants—as no one ever comes here, and still the plants and flowers remained healthy. I spotted Ash, my wolf pet; he seemed to have been trying to hunt down something, but the moment he smelled me, he ran in my direction, knocking me off my feet. He licked my face, and I laughed, rubbing his soft gray fur—his fur color had been the reason I named him Ash. “I miss you too, Ash.”

Then his mouth curled, sharp with greed. “There it is,” he whispered. “Finally.” Before he could finish, before he could harness whatever sick claim he thought he had over me, a shadow surged into us. Heath. A beast of black fur and fury, blood glistening on his muzzle, eyes lit like hellfire. He collided with Ashar with a force that rattled my bones, massive claws raking down Ashar’s chest. Ashar’s grip tore from me as he staggered, teeth bared. “Get off me!” Ashar roared, and his body broke apart, shifting, twisting, snapping until a massive silver-gray wolf stood where he had been.

The Queen of the Snow Leopards, Asha. The Black Cat of Misfortune, Felix. The White Snake of Serenity, Pearl. The Pink Rabbit of Fortune, Fortuna. Not long ago, they became my contracted beast (though there aren’t any contract between us). The Alpha of the Fenrir wolves, Dómr. My dad’s contracted beast. Is there really a chance for us to win…? Me, Restia, Felix and Fortuna are riding on Forsjá’s back— while running across the forest with Asha and Pearl.

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.

Every eye locked in the same direction. At him. At the creature standing in the middle of the sand, blood dripping from his jaw, his fur white as fresh snow. The wolf. The same one from my dreams. Asher. He towers over the others. His body is massive, pure muscle and rage, covered in fur so bright it seems to glow against the scorched earth. His claws are like knives, soaked in red. His fangs, goddess, his fangs gleam under the broken sunlight. His icy blue eyes scan the chaos, wild and sharp and deadly.