Crow Fursuit Novels & Stories

“If they’d made it a neck torc, Frost could have worn it." I bristle on Frost’s account, regardless of any thoughts I might have had about wearing a dog collar as a disguise. “Frost’s a wolf, not…” I pause, because Frost is more than fine with anything our Mate might decide we should wear. “...okay, if it’s you dressing us up, Frost would be fine with a floppy ribbon bow or even a dinosaur costume, but Timothy shouldn’t get any funny ideas.” Sarah giggles, and I relax a little more. “I guess wherever the cave leads, it’s… somewhere a bit other?” she suggests. “More… wherever ghosts are when they’re not here, maybe? So we couldn’t hear each other.”

I growled back. The brown wolf locked eyes with me. Malice jumped and jived in his eyes. He was getting closer and closer. His breath wafted in from a current. Made my inside curdle. It smelled of carrion and disease. The kind of breath that meant his mouth would cause more harm through infection than bite. The beast reared to pounce. Aimed for my throat. But a whistle broke the air. For a second, I let hope blossom in my chest again. Let it flutter to the top. Dance at the edges of my heart. Until I saw who had whistled.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Dimurah was grunting in frustration under the flailing cloak. Savage unwrapped his arms and rounded. Marching out of Winter’s Haven to prowl the courtyard. He swung his head like the furious beast he was. Annoyed his prey had just escaped his snapping jaws. He sniffed but couldn’t smell the woman outside. He rotated on his heel to go back in but heard the backdoor slam and caught the whiff of cimmerii. No.

It was still a bit dark and I walked around the pack house, taking in a proper view for the first time, it was huge and just perfect for the size of our pack. I had to take a look around the surrounding trees and search for a suitable undergrowth where I would hide my clothes. I had barely walked a good distance from the pack house when out of nowhere, a wolf came running towards me at full speed. It seemed ferocious and unforgiving. I screamed my lungs out in fear just as it pounced on me………

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

Lutz glared this time. “Mop!” Fury bent low so Lutz could climb on. The ostriches were less than twenty feet from them now. They were making loud noises and focused solely on them. Immediately Lutz sat on, Fury took off, almost knocking him off his back. He held on tight for dear life. The other wolves, too, tore through the air. The ostriches were soon left behind but they didn't stop racing just as fast. “A mop? Why did this wolf call me a mop?” Lutz asked out of the blue. Olive laughed.

The crowd howled with excitement, their voices blending into a storm that made the night quake. Fenric shifted then, not in panic but with precision, his body bending, bones snapping, fur breaking through skin until his wolf stood tall and sleek, darker than shadow, his violet-tinged eyes reflecting the faint light of the moon. A growl tore from his throat, low and steady, not to intimidate but to declare that he would not yield.

Werewolf. The fog covering the road was thick. From the mist, a pair of red eyes glowed, followed by the massive shape of a black-furred wolf. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t a proud pack wolf, this was a rogue. It snarled, snapping its jaw as thick saliva dripped from it into the fog. “Wha… what the hell is that?” Sarah mumbled, already shaking.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i