Crow Fursuit Novels & Stories

Aankhon ke neeche se kaajal chura loon main Chura loon main Aisi safaai hai meri ( Yash started to his steps ) Entry hai phoonk si, exit toofan hai Yeh munh dikhaayi hai meri Kholoon har tijori, har tijori Haan main to hoon mashoor Phir dil ki chori, dil ki chori Hai mera kya kusoor Kya karoon oh ladies o Kya karoon oh ladies ( Now all of them dance together ) Main hoon aadat se majboor x(3) Huzoor, huzoor main hoon aadat se majboor Huzoor, huzoor main hoon aadat se majboor Main hoon aadat se majboor oor Main hoon aadat se majboor Dhokha kha gayi India ki har bandi

He was a werewolf and not someone with wings. "If we jump, we die, if we stay here, we go crazy. Either way we will both get crazy! Somebody help!" Simon screamed but his voice just echoed and not anything else. "Somebody help!" He screamed, hoping that someone passing by would hear him and help him. "Some..." Tristan cuts him off. "Stop shouting, nobody will hear you," Tristan told him. "We are in the clouds. There is no way anyone will hear you when the whole place is in disaster.

Just as I was about to think for what next to do,three crazy guys quickly come to my front blocking me from moving any further, turning to my back I saw four guys standing "What.....what are you doing? Who are you?" "Oh! she wants to know us" the giant guy among them says making them all laugh "Come here let have some fun" he said dragging me to where God knows "Ya Allah,what's going to happen to me now? I'm very sure this is not kidnapping, so what do they want to do?" Sweetie,Dearie where are you guys? Please give me some ideas of yours "Just scream" Dearie said Even if you did who will help you out? This place is so dark and quite " Sweetie reason

I gasped as he gently bit down on the lobe before running his tongue over it. "You're mine, pup," he whispered. "Best not forget that." I shivered at both his touch and words and before I had a chance to respond, he'd moved away, joining the others in the festivities. I frowned, hating just how out of control he'd made me again. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to enjoy the welcome party, but so much had happened and all I wanted to do was sleep. To try and forget just how much had changed in so little time. As I made my way through the crowd, going through the standard greeting and introductions several times, I finally made it to a more secluded area near one of the smaller tents and paused

Something deep inside of him was telling him this wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg but none of it was making any sense. “And no clues on where they went after this?” Lucas finally asked. “The others are looking for clues but with the snow melting and then freezing over, footprints are going to be faint or non-existent. We will have to hope that whoever was here left other clues.” “Lucas.” The male turned at the sound of his cousin’s voice. Sierra slowed her jog to a halt as she approached Lucas, breath turning into puffs of cloud as they hit the frigid air. “We might have an idea of where the feral is going.” Sierra explained when she was in front of her cousin. “but there is something els

I yelped and fell to the ground, wet snow soaking through my jeans. I thought it was another rogue, but it wasn’t; because all it took was one feral snarl from the brown wolf and suddenly the rogues were scattering, turning tail and running, disappearing into the forest just as quickly as they had appeared. Their howls of fear echoed through the trees as they abandoned their efforts—for now.

No one seemed to notice that through the shattered door, a pile of snow had appeared at the doorstep. In all that noise, suddenly, the cage moved. A strong blow of wind made it through the door and blew off the tissue covering the cage. The crow, which was supposed to be dead, stood on its two legs. It spread its wings, trying to catch the wind. It seemed to be ignoring everybody else. What’s more, there was no trace of vomiting. Only one red stain, probably Bianca’s blood, was left on one of the golden bars. “HIP, HIP!”

I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Like them,” he points out to the forest, where dozens of massive wolves stalk through the shadows, emerging like predators who have found their prey. By their bristling fur, I’m not sure they’re here to welcome us with open arms. They form a circle around our car, growling and blocking our escape. “Well,” Brax mutters, “So much for a warm welcome.”

The figure reaches a large rock, where several wolves gather around him, their eyes reflecting a glimmer of anticipation. Draped in a dark-colored cloak, the figure stands tall, his features obscured from view. The wolves, their loyalty evident, eagerly await his command. In silence, he raises his hand, and at once, the wolves spring into action. They take off, their paws pounding against the forest floor as they engage in a chase, a race driven by their wild instincts. The wolves' fur glistens under the moonlit sky, making them appear both fluffy and imposing. Their primal energy fills the air as they navigate the darkness with uncanny grace. With each stride, they hunt, their senses honed

I must admit, it’s such a stupid thing to be going after an unknown ghostly voice that i do not even recognize. My head turned to where the indistinct voice was coming from. My feet involuntarily move backwards towards the front door of the house that now feels so incredibly far from where I am. My eyes widened as I stared into 2 big yellow eyes that just appeared under the dark shadows of the trees. I could hear a low growl coming out from the big wolf. I have never seen this wolf before in my life but I have a strong feeling that he doesn’t belong here.