Warriors Cats Ashfur Novels & Stories

My muscles bulged, and my bones cracked as they repositioned themselves. My fingers elongated into claws, and my skin itched as fur sprouted all over my body. Ash's power surged through me. The transformation neared completion, and he was taking over. "You have to calm down," I tried to reason with him, but it fell on deaf ears. Ash was too powerful, too consumed by anger. Even Orion couldn't stand him. I was now an Ash wolf, my fur a deep, dark gray, with claws as sharp as knives. "Relax, Ash," I said, my voice strained. "We can't let our anger control us."

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.

She would find Asher, and she would make sure he understood the full truth—no more lies, no more half-truths. *** Asher’s paws sank into the soft forest floor, the scent of pine and earth grounding him as he ran deeper into the woods. The cold air whipped past him, carrying away the anger and confusion that had threatened to consume him. His wolf had taken over completely, its primal instincts guiding his path and granting him a release his human side couldn’t find.

He held my hand and pushed me in front of Rozsa who is now wearing a gray dress. Now, I realized that I am the only one who's wearing a white dress. All of them are either wearing brown or gray clothes. Women are in dresses, while men are in their simple shirt clothing. One thing is for sure, the way they dress up is quite similar to mortals, so I guess that I'll be able to cope up with them and their culture. "Today, we are gathered to welcome our newest family member. Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie, the legendary white wolf. We are lucky to have her in our kingdom as we all thought that there would be no white wolf left in our world."

~Alaya I'm not sure why my mind decided the man in front of me should have been Alpha Asher. It works in a strange way like that. So when it saw that the man is not in fact Asher, I was oddly disappointed. Instead, the man doesn't have the magnificent golden eyes I had expected. They are the same hazel to dark brown colour that most Desire Pack members sport. He has rather bland features too, however, he is still attractive. He can be as attractive as he wants, it doesn't make me any less creeped out.

She was concerned. "Get her out of here." Ash ordered Joshua in an unusual voice, which struck a note deep within Miranda's body. Then turning his vision away completely, Asher released a booming growl and sent his frame into the air. His limbs were suddenly tripled in size, his skin bleeding into long, dark fur. Ash landed on all fours, as he flew over Damien's head, who ducked away from the pouncing wolf at the last second. Ash turned towards the Mayor, and snapped his snout in a menacing manner.

From the shadows, the chosen opponent stepped forward. It was not a stranger. It was Elder Marros, the Wolf of Ashen Fang, scarred by decades of battle, his fur streaked with gray though his body remained unbroken. He was not merely an Elder of counsel but one of the last who had bled in the wars of the old tribes, and when he shifted into his wolf form, massive and thick with power, the Pack drew in a collective breath of awe and terror. His muzzle bore the mark of fire, his left eye clouded but unblinking, and his growl vibrated through the soil beneath Fenric’s feet.

It shaped itself - limbs, fur, light - and then he was there. Ashval. Massive. Majestic. His fur rippled like smoke over the sea, black and silver, moonlit and alive. His eyes gleamed - emeralds flecked with gold, unreadable and kind. I rose on shaky legs. “You’re... breathtaking,” I whispered. He dipped his head. “And you are radiant.” Tears welled. “Can I... touch you?” “You don’t need permission to touch what is already a part of you.” My fingers brushed his fur - warm, silk-soft. A comfort I hadn’t known I was starving for.

But no sound came. Just him—**Asher**, standing on four powerful legs, covered in black and silver fur, his head snapping toward a group of intruders. He lunged, tearing through them with precision, no hesitation. A blur of motion, of fury and power. There was blood on his teeth. Steel couldn’t seem to touch him. *Oh my God.* *Oh my God.* *What—what is he?* And then… he turned. Saw her. Even through the monstrous form, **his eyes met hers**. Something in them held. Recognition. A flicker of… grief?

This was pure torture. The sound of clothes shredding reached my ears even though they were covered. I looked up to see the beautiful black wolf, that I've come to love. I felt my wolf whimper at the sight of her mate.Macon pounced, ready to attack Asher, but Asher was faster then Macon. That fact was evident. Asher ducked, growling and whipping around... Instead he jumped knocking Macon to the side. Asher jumped onto Macon his claws extended into his sides, making him howl in pain, and buck.