Warriors Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

I pushed past the bed, sprinted down the hall, slammed my shoulder into the door of the next ward until the window opened wide enough to see. And there she was. Ashlyn. A black Honshu wolf the size of a damn truck, her orange eyes burning like molten fire as she tore through Thoran’s lions. Her claws shredded their armor like paper. She picked them up in her jaws and threw them across the street like they weighed nothing. Her fur bristled with power, every movement sharp, deliberate, unstoppable. Beside her, wings cut the air. Krav’s dragon swooped low, his scales flashing blue-black in the torchlight. His claws raked across the rooftops, pulling lions from their perches and tossing them int

Your world is complete as long as you have me. "You're so dirty, clean yourself up properly." Having finished speaking, Larissa locked the bathroom door. Late at night, Asher finally managed to pry open the bathroom door, wanting to sneak out. As soon as he opened the door, he found himself face to face with a Tibetan Mastiff! The Tibetan Mastiff was huge, with long fur. Upon seeing him, it let out a low growl and bared its teeth, eager to pounce. Asher was so scared that he quickly closed the bathroom door and hid in the bathtub.

But clearly he couldn’t see what I did, because when I looked at Asher, I did not see a commoner. Right before us all, Asher leaped into the air and did what should only be possible on a full moon, he shifted. His wolf’s fur was pure white and its eyes glowed—not green, but red. It let out a warning growl, but the authority rang in his voice and as one, every pack member fell to their knees in submission. Reign backed away, whatever boldness he’d once held was no more. Anger, fear, sadness, and defeat were what crossed through his eyes.

Kayla “Asher,” I muttered slowly as Asher neared us, and his nails extended into claws. My eyes connected to his but there was absolutely nothing there. It was completely bloodshot red there. He was furious. Very furious. In a blink, Asher ripped Hades from on top of me and tossed him on the floor. I squinted my eyes as Asher’s clothes were torn apart from his body, his muscles bulged and elongated, his frame growing more robust and powerful. Fur sprouted from his skin, enveloping him in a sleek coat of grey with patches of silver. His face elongated into a fearsome muzzle. His eyes changed from their usual amber flecks of gold to a golden yellow color, vibrant and wild with the spirit of th

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr

Let me add that they did not look happy or friendly. I dig my paws on the ground, sliding till I come to a complete stop. I am desperately gasping for air, and with each intake, my ribs hurt like hell. The warriors form a circle around us as I lower myself down, letting Morgan off my back. My wolf's fur is usually white to the chest with a gray coating on my back, but it was a bloody muddy mess right now.

"Unfortunately, I do." "You will change your mind once you try theirs, I promise." "Hope so." Asher is originally from my mother's pack, a few survivors of the war. He was no more than five years old when he was brought here, and he and my mother were close. He doesn't remember much about the royal pack, except that it was magnificent and that it often snowed. I wish I knew more about it. His parents were both betas, and he's no ordinary wolf; he's a pure beta.

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.

He yells out overr the sound of Ashs screams. Slow motion was in full swing as we all witnessed the shift right before our very eyes. First, light gray fur starting sprouting all over her body from herarms to her legs, well pretty much everywhere. Nate and Chris tried their best to keep Toni and Kim as calm as possible while I tend to Ash and Paul watches on just incase he is needed. After what seems like hours, but really has only been minutes, Ash is fully transformed into a beautiful light gray, almost white wolf with a black marking on her forhead that is the shape of a half moon.

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.