Crow Fursuit Novels & Stories

I froze. Another sound—metal scraping against metal. I grabbed a dry stick lying nearby and edged toward the open hatch. And there they were. A swarm of small, furry creatures, each suspiciously clever-looking, darted out from the nearly-empty crates, clutching handfuls of gold bars and glittering gems. Their ears twitched like radar dishes, and their beady black eyes gleamed with mischief. Shimmering silver fur reflected the harsh sunlight as they scattered down the dunes. Three of the larger ones were struggling with the remaining loot, trying to gather as many as they could when I shouted, “Hey! That’s mine!”

"Eurydice, the creature you and Alcides encountered in the woods, the Furion Panther, is no ordinary beast. It is a cursed creature with a history of darkness and misfortune." Eurydice, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity, listened intently as Corvus continued. "The Furion Panther was once a majestic and noble creature, known for its beauty and grace. But it fell victim to a dark curse, one that twisted it into a creature of malevolence and rage." Corvus explained that the Furion Panther's curse was the result of a tragic event, one that had cast a shadow over its existence. He revealed the creature's history, a tale of betrayal and suffering that had led it down a path of

He was convinced that Kara's destiny was intertwined with his, and he would stop at nothing to claim her. Driven by an insatiable need to possess Kara, Aric stepped out from the shadows, his eyes burning with a manic determination. His fur was a deep obsidian, blending seamlessly with the night, as he prowled towards the unsuspecting pair. Every step was calculated, every breath heavy with anticipation and madness.

And unlike the ones inside the courtroom, these rogues are still crazed. And then I see it. A flash of red fur moved like fire through the crowd with eyes as glazed as the others. "No." I gasp as I rush forward on four legs. "It can't be."

My wolf moves around inside me itching to get out. They begin to run like they’re running for their lives. I chuckle. Roxy turns and smiles. “Eager as beavers, right?” I nod as I go to the front of the property where there are spare coats hanging and grab her an orange puffa with a faux fur trimmed hood.

I just feel you have to hear this because I can't tell Festus about it NEVER. So on the night of on 18th, A frightful storm was blowing that night. Fierce winds roaring out of the North brought sheets of rain falling from the depths of a pitch-black sky. Intermittent flashes of lightning fractured the night, revealing a strobe-light view of my room in monochrome stills. You know, I hated being alone on a night like that. Alpha Festus, should have been with me. But, tonight, he went on hunting with his Beta because the rouges attack on the north gate is getting too much.

Curiosity won. Brushing aside branches and snapping twigs, he crawled closer. Then, there it was. A wolf. Large. Injured. Its body sprawled beneath a fallen limb, unconscious. The fur caught the light in an unusual way—white undercoat streaked with deep mahogany red, the color of mulberries in late summer. Atticus’ heart sank. His boots crushed pine needles as he approached slowly, hands careful, breath shallow. Guilt clawed at him. He’d already torn through part of this animal’s home—now he’d hurt it too.

The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her. Some leaders had come with their true mates. You could tell by the way they stayed close, hands brushing, scents tangled together. Others brought mistresses or consorts, pretty distractions to make the night easier. Ronan caught sight of a demon prince with two beautiful companions draped over him, all sharp smiles and glowing eyes. Normal for these things. Nobody judged too openly here.

I'm putting on sneakers so there is no need for change of shoes, folding the used clothes, I return them back inside Fur. " Oh yes, one more thing", I touched Fur, "I need a scarf please, a black one". It shimmered and shooked. Then it opened, picking up the scarf I wrapped it around my head like a turban, covering my nose with the end piece , I look like an Arabian in the desert. Should be enough disguise in case one of those spies Mr healer man says reports to that asshole 'kulmar', Standing up to approach the batender, he looks like catman a little bit human-like, two hands, two legs and so on.

It presently appears to be so distant, as though it was a long time back all things considered. I stroll over to another entryway, throwing it open to uncover the fortune I'm chasing. A crowd of garments lined from one wall to another leaps out at me, a genuine vision of skepticism waiting before my eyes. So many garments... With euphoria, I snatch an arbitrary set of pants and a shirt, shaking off my prior garments as though I'm shedding my skin. Hustling into the foyer, I pound off looking for the naughty wolves that are creating very much ch a racket.