Anthro Stories Novels & Stories

It was certain that this group of ants was far beyond ordinary ants, both in terms of intelligence and strength. He looked to the small red dots on his right arm which were bitten by those ants. Each wound wasn't bleeding, but the pain caused by such wounds was great. Is it anthranilic acid? Strength, intelligence, anthropoid acid, they're a mutated race. Ethan Brooks got lost in thought and left a bunch of angsty ants out to dry. In the middle of the day, Ethan Brooks suddenly saw a light and, without thinking about the pain of his wound, he picked up his walking stick and "ran" to the coconut grove.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

He had always been with people every time he was sent there, but it was still safe to assume that since the contract and story mode was survival. Meaning he would not have to worry so much if he were alone but would have to consider every other person beside him an enemy. Take Anita from the first story for example. He had sympathized with her and thought of her as similar to himself, not knowing that she was working for her mother the entire time, helping her in killing the others. The major problem he thought about, was the memories that came with the people he went to meet. It was a little problematic. He could always try to ignore it, but when it was as deep rooted the emotions Anderson

(And still I don't want a title of 'God'). The wide lap of this eternal sky is the shelter of every homeless and hopeless soul of the Ard. And that kid was also one of them, and I was interested in what if I cuddle his life with the huddles of lies. I narrated his life as a fact and people believe in it as a myth.

“Even as a kid, I was obsessed with stories—fairy tales, myths, anything with a touch of magic or mystery. It’s what led me to study anthropology. There’s so much we can learn about ourselves through the stories we tell.” Ren listened intently, captivated by the passion in her voice. The way her eyes sparkled when she spoke, the way her hands moved as she explained her thoughts - it was impossible not to be drawn to her. Their drinks arrived, and they toasted lightly, their glasses clinking softly. “To new beginnings,” Elena said with a smile. “To new beginnings,” Ren echoed, his voice low and sincere. As the evening went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between lighthearted

The last three stories explored the diverse reactions of humans and animals to hunger and food. Anuri nodded. 'Exactly. A Battle of Will…’

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

A hawk and a bunny; that sounds like a bad joke. "Thank you. Is there any news from Lindy?" I can't take my eyes off Shane. I like that name. Please don't leave me, Shane. I need you. I need to feel something other than the fear of being alone. "She and Dayan are almost here. She said he's her mate, and he's a lion. I guess they ran into some trouble at the storage unit. Lindy said she'll explain when she gets here." Wow, four of us are mated to misfits. I wonder if there are any more mates here. I hear the sound of approaching bikes and sigh in relief. Lindy and I graduated from nursing school together, so we're pretty close. I can't wait to tell her I met my mate too.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

“Hard and deep, for hours, until she screams herself hoarse with pleasure. They say his cock is thick as a man’s wrist and he never tires. And the blessings… gods, her family’s fields burst with grain, their coffers overflow with gold, and every child born after is strong and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to be the one he chooses?” I had stood ankle-deep in the stream, scrubbing a tunic in silence while my stomach twisted. I wanted none of it. Not the beast. Not the endless rutting they described like some holy ecstasy. Not the fate of being dragged away to whatever shadowed lair he called home, to be claimed and bred and kept like a prized possession. I was nineteen summers old. My fingers w