Warriors Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

He assumed a stance, and I moved back, allowing him to shift into his wolf form. My eyes widened with delight as I saw the brown-furred wolf emerge. Wolves’ fur often matched the color of their human hair. “Ash!” I exclaimed with joy, finally reuniting with him. He growled and approached me, giving me a sniff before tilting his head. I chuckled and petted his fur. Time was of the essence, so I climbed onto his back. “Buckle up,” Ray’s voice echoed in my mind, and before I knew it, Ash was streaking through the woods. Another wolf ran beside us, its black fur revealing it to be Tarr. Several more wolves followed Ray. The gravity of the situation became increasingly apparent.

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

Curiosity won. Brushing aside branches and snapping twigs, he crawled closer. Then, there it was. A wolf. Large. Injured. Its body sprawled beneath a fallen limb, unconscious. The fur caught the light in an unusual way—white undercoat streaked with deep mahogany red, the color of mulberries in late summer. Atticus’ heart sank. His boots crushed pine needles as he approached slowly, hands careful, breath shallow. Guilt clawed at him. He’d already torn through part of this animal’s home—now he’d hurt it too.

"You can turn around now." Alex took off his jacket and laid it on the bathroom counter before it got wet from washing Ash hair. Rolling up his sleeves, Alex squats down on his knees combing his fingers through Ash hair. Ash hummed at the feeling of being groomed. Ash is still dazed from his heat, but he was coming down some with the help of the water.

My messy dark hair fell around my body and stuck to my moist narrow features. God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown. Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal. The pain in my chest was so great I could hardly stand to my feet. I nearly fell over but thankfully my slave friend Kamala stood beside me and kept me on my feet.

PERCY AT first, I saw the confusion in her violet eyes, then came the pain I knew would come. It was the pain of your very soul being torn out from you and binding with that of your mate. I was a werewolf, and an Alpha, not to mention I had done this before with Valerie, so I was not only prepared for the pain, but I was also far stronger than her, the pain meant nothing to me.

Toby yelled, covering me with his arms. Then Alpha Flynn growled and smash his paw to the floor and I swear I heard a cracking sound from the floor. "He is not going to hurt me.” I pushed Toby’s arms and walked slowly to Alpha Flynn. "I'll come with you.. we have to leave now!" I said. Then grey smokes started to come out from his fur and he is back to his human form, naked as a baby. I turned around quietly. He took his shirt and pants on the floor that are ripped in some parts but he doesn't really care. Then he pulled my hand.

I glance back and see several warriors joining us, their eyes alert, protective. “Alpha said a few extra warriors should escort us back. Just in case.” Fury gives me a small grin and shrugs off his jacket. “Now be reasonable and climb on—” He stops when I don’t move. I just stand there watching him as he shifts. Bones crack, limbs stretch, and within seconds, Fury’s wolf stands before me—thick, dark grey fur, almost black, with kind, familiar eyes. He wiggles his tail slightly, motioning me forward.

There was more buzz around the house than usual, warriors entering as though on a mission and they spread out on the different levels of the house. “Alpha Ash.” One warrior greeted as he walked up with his hand resting on the knife at his side. “Madox.” Ash greeted. “Have you heard the news?” Ash’s eyes narrowed in confusion and he lifted his head- couldn't let it show that he was unaware of whatever it was that had the warriors in such frizzy. “What of them?” Madox scoffed and tightened his fingers around the handle of the knife. He looked around and cast a wondering gaze onto Ash.

she purred and just then, she cat-walked out of the back of the room with her eyes latched on mine. Ashley was a very beautiful girl with abnormally red hair, long legs, and a face that human models, before the war, would die for. She was also young, in the middle of her 9th century, and had the temper of a wild tiger and a grizzly bear put together. To cut the long story short, I didn’t like her. I never did and never would.