Cheetah Coat Novels & Stories

Stella stared at Darryl blankly and she had a surprised look on her beautiful face. Darryl chuckled as he looked around and slowly explained, "Although the snow tiger has white fur like any other tigers, it has magnificent looking stripes on its body. It’s difficult to fake these stripes, but some cultivators may use a special elixir to make the stripes. These fake stripes would not be washed off by water or burned by fire, but it can easily be taken off with internal energy." When Darryl was done speaking, he looked at Hans with a faint smile. “How’s that? What do you have to say for yourself now?"

"When I told him you didn't even have a coat to your name, he left this behind for you. He knows how brutal the winter is for someone without a wolf's blood-warmth." I approached the table slowly, my fingers brushing against the thick, tightly woven wool. It was a high-grade military-style winter coat, insulated with dense fur along the collar and reinforced with heavy leather straps across the chest. It was built for an enforcer, maybe even a commander, impeccably tailored, heavy enough to shield someone from a blizzard, and completely solid. "He just... gave this to me?" I asked, a bit skeptical. In the Crimsonridge Pack, nothing was ever given for free. Every scrap of food, every tunic, e

“We developed this dye. It’s basically human hair dye with a few other extracts added to ensure it won’t irritate your wolf’s skin, and won’t wash out quickly.” ‘I don’t want to permanently lose my beautiful white coat!’ I can feel Zanthe’s anxiety coursing through her “Wait,” I say, holding up a hand. “Will it be permanent?” “No,” he smiles. “Firstly, it will dissolve after several hours of being submerged in wolf form, and second, it will come out with your seasonal shed. That being said, you will need to reapply this to your winter coat.” I nod at him. “Ready to get started?”

She needs to see the witch! Kitty jumped out of bed and grabbed her coat. It wasn't exactly "cold" cold outside yet, but she loves this black trench coat Erebus got her. It's soft and warm with a decent weight and a scarlet hood. It was a bit bigger than her size so she felt like being hugged and tucked in. It makes her feel safe.

The Alpha aura was meant to draw all the wolves in my pack to me—the stronger the Alpha, the stronger the pull. But something was different about Colette, something strange. For one, her lack of scent concerned me. Two, she looked nothing like Carter or his mate Cynthia. They both had brown hair, whereas Colette had white-blonde hair. Her eyes were also a faded green, matching neither of their eye colours.

Each button on the coat was crafted from polished brass, gleaming in the dim light of the room. Beneath the coat, the guard wore a pristine white shirt with a stiff collar, accentuated by a black bowtie that contrasted starkly against the paleness of the fabric. His trousers were a dark grey, tailored to fit him perfectly, and tapered down to a pair of gleaming black boots that shone in the light.

“Didn’t you?” Animals don’t talk, she chided herself, even at that young age, but still Aislyn waited for a sign. She waited for him to do literally anything and would take it. The wolf, however, pulled his attention elsewhere, back into the woods and that’s when she really saw his beautiful coat. It was so different than she could have ever imagined. The wolves around the city were usually gray with silver paws and tips of their ears. With age, even their backs changed from the blackish gray to the same silver that matched their other points. But this wolf was different. He reminded her of the fall, right before snow would settle. His coat was covered in organic shapes, swirling browns and

Weight: 90 to 155 kilograms Color and appearance: A narrow, black skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of the head. The black color runs from the head over the chest down to the belly, and then gradually merges into the orange-red, long outer skin. Due to its unusual coloring, it is often referred to as the sunset animal. Strong, short body with long stocky legs. Character: Very social in the pack. Characteristics: wooden claws that are supplied with poison by glands. The poison paralyzes the prey

Ever since Alinta turned eighteen and met her wolf, a series of misfortunes had begun to unfold. Angela stared at the moon, her orange and golden coat shimmering under the moonlight as though she were on fire. This unique colouration was not unheard of for a wolf, but it was rare. What made her even more different was her fur; not all of it was hair. Some strange fibres resembled downy barbs, which made her look fluffier. When she ran, it created the illusion of flames flickering around her.

It was a place that Righ had been unable to leave for so long. Living here, Righ’s skin grew tough and lost a lot of the color that made him feel human. Instead, he was pale, and his face was gaunt. When the robe exposed the flesh of his face, it reflected the red glow making his skin look blood red. Ordinary people have an almost invisible layer of hair over their epidermis. But Righ’s mother was a leopard werecat. So, he did not have hair; he had translucent fur, except where he had tell tale spots of a leopard. When the light hit his fur just right, a silvery shimmer was visible atop his skin.