Babyfur Comic Novels & Stories

"Cyrus, there's a huge monster outside. It keeps meowing at the windows." She swallowed. "Keira said we had to get Babs. It followed her here." "Don't be scared," Cyrus said. "It's Babs' friend. Let's go see it." He wheeled Barbara into the living room. Outside the window, two massive red eyes glowed in the night. The mutated cat, Buttercup, let out a few rough howls. It did not look hostile. It looked impatient, like it was waiting to be fed. When it saw Barbara, it quieted and sat down in the snow.

) he reasoned with worry. "I know but this is more important than my feelings. She was my friend, one of the greatest that I have ever had. This is the least that I can do for everything she's done for me." Ruby replied with a melancholic smile. She lifted her finger and pointed it to him. The ground below Manticat burned with a purple circle before erupting into purple butterflies that enveloped his body. He was engulfed with a purple light that reformed his build into something more humanoid until the light faded.

Lauren slowly walked to the cage and crouched before it. The animal had lustrous black fur and glowing green eyes. It was enormous–almost twice as big as some of the dogs in the neighbouring cages. It whimpered as it set Its eyes on Lauren and raised a paw, as though in recognition. It wasn't a dog, or even a wolf. It was a werewolf. Lauren stared in awe as the werewolf blinked it's beautiful green eyes and looked at her sadly. "Hello," she whispered. "How did you get here?"

'I think they like you—then again, the sprites always appear whenever I merge with someone. I move forward. 'It's weird hearing your voice inside of my head, and are we truly merged? What is different?' Finn chuckles, and I pick up on the mischief in his voice. 'This is what's new!' Suddenly, butterfly wings stretch out from my back, dark like my fur but with patches of blue. The color is glowing, and I widen my eyes when the color even forms spots on my coat. 'What are we?' I dare to breathe. 'Not a werewolf, but not a fairy either—we are something new, the mysterious guardian of this realm.'

Although Tiger, Felix, and Vicious were not on the rank level where they can speak, Little Black and Sylvie could understand them as they used their own language. Felix, the Fennec Fox of Zachary grew as well. It was on par with the silver wolf, Vicious. Its fur was orange and it has a pair of red eyes, however, it was not as deep as Theodore's ruby eyes. Meanwhile, Luna's Poisonous Venom Butterflies grew a lot. Its specialty was changing sizes and colors. Luna's spirit beast was Soheila's favorite because of its color and since it is a butterfly. "Luna, summon some of your butterflies around so that we would be aware if there's a spirit beast that will attack us." Soheila said as she walked

Who the hell do you think you are to stop our fun? "Fun indeed..." The muscular man dragged his words. "Why don't you have fun with me instead," he grinned but the men cowered. "Come on," he said as he continued to move toward the men. Carly used that opportunity to crawl to where Kihara was. Kihara was crying so hard, she began to hiccup "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Carly apologized, even when Kihara shook her head telling her not to apologize, she didn't stop. She kept apologizing as she cried.

Angel asked suddenly, causing Violet to raise an eyebrow. Angel looked at Alyne's back which was getting smaller in her sight, before a lopsided smile formed on her lips. "You are just an ordinary bully, but Aslan is a professional bully." Violet looked at Angel with an incomprehensible look. "No need to beat around the bush, give me the point." Angel chuckled at the impatient Violet. "You know what? The ordinary bully is playing something dirty, just like beating, kicking, and anything to hurt the victim." Angel's words made Violet frown even more.

He was attacking with the sole intention of taking me down, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I felt a searing pain as something sharp sliced through my back. I glanced over my shoulder to see Daniel's paws deeply embedded in my flesh, his claws extended like razor-sharp blades. I tried to grab him, but he was too quick, darting away in an instant, ready to unleash another attack. His tiny voice was shrill as he screamed out words, each one punctuated by a precise blow, as if explaining the reason behind each strike. It was humiliating to admit, but I was struggling to keep up with my five-year-old son.

"I don't know any holy stories, My Lady." "Not holy," Miya snapped, then softened. "Something... simple. From your life." "Well," Finn started shakily. "When I was a boy... my mother kept rabbits. One of them, a little white one with a black ear... he thought he was a dog." Miya opened one eye. "A dog?" "Yes," Finn smiled, forgetting his fear for a second as his hands worked up to her knee. "He would chase the sheep. He would bark—well, squeak—at the mailman. He didn't know he was small. He just knew he was brave."

Freezing, my eyes remained fixed on the quivering leaves. Slowly, a small creature emerged from the underbrush. I held my breath, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at my waist. As the creature came into full view, I couldn't help but laugh at my foolishness. A fluffy bunny, its fur a soft ball of white and brown, hopped out of the shrub, its whiskers twitching while sniffing at the air. He looked up at me with big, round eyes, seemingly just as startled as I was.