Crow Fursuit Novels & Stories

“Please, just be patient a while longer while we go clean up and collect ourselves. I promise I'll have a full report for you soon. For now, rest assured we are unharmed, and that there is no present danger.” The crowd seemed to relax at that. Soon, they began to shuffle around and talk amongst themselves. Rufias, still as a silver wolf, trotted off somewhere to find some fresh pants, most likely. Surry followed him, still wearing her soggy clothes and no doubt in a hurry to do the same. As we began moving in the direction of our tent I turned to Cillium, who had put back on his dampened clothes as well. He returned my stare and blushed.

My bones felt too small and my skin felt too tight. And then there was Cendres, leaping in the snow like an arctic fox, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he dug a hole with frantic, excited front paws. His wolf form was slightly smaller than Nazte’s, and his entire body was coated in light brown fur that matched his human hair colour. I frowned at him, my top lip curling back from my teeth. Considering we were heading into battle against the Winterpaw Warrior Pack’s closest allies, he didn’t seem to be taking it all that seriously.

“Sight. Strategy. Stealth. The crow sees truths others hide. She slips between shadows and hears secrets even the wind cannot carry.” When I landed, I shifted once more, and this time I felt sly warmth ripple through me. My body elongated, lightened, and reshaped into a small, sleek black fox with silver-tipped fur. Rowan howled in joy. “I can’t handle this! You’re a wolf, a crow, and a fox!? What the fuck!” Morana preened. “The fox is your cunning. Your speed. Your ability to slip between the breaths of the world. She is the knife hidden behind the smile.”

A massive, snarling wolf with dark, matted fur and eyes burning with an unnatural red glow. Rogues. It bypassed the warriors and launched itself directly at the small gathering around the grave. A desperate cry tore from my throat as I saw its path. It came straight for me.

All you could hear was the sound of the nightwalkers, and also the sound of snores. But suddenly it all turned around, another came into the picture, and it sounded like a wolf. "Let go of me, let me be." Alpha Oswald couldn't believe that this was happening to him. He still couldn't believe the fact that someone is trying to strangle him to death. Whoever this person is, he would make him or her know that this is a very wrong step indeed. The person is in a mask and wasn't dressed in any particular code, which made it quite uneasy for him to know where the person is coming from.

Sierra could hear the sound of their guttural laughter, and the frenzied movement of their legs as they hummed out in gibberish. They were dancing around a huge fire, their movements wild and beastly, their faces twisted into bizarre disguises. The firelight cast eerie shadows on the trees, making them seem alive and menacing. Sierra shuddered as she watched the rogues, their faces twisted in a frenzy of excitement. They were dressed in furs of other creatures, their hair wild and unkempt, and they seemed to be reveling in the chaos and destruction they had wrought.

Kyle said grabbing my arm as I went to jump the big fence, I fell back down on the hard flour shifting into my human form I threw my fist at his face and watched as blood pulled out of his lips, I nodded in satisfaction having gotten the required result, I turned and skipped over the fence. My pack members are all running toward the direction I was headed so I turned and follow the opposite direction. My paw hit the cold snowy floor sending shivers down my whole body, I was freezing, I might also die if I don't find shelter any moment from now. I skipped to a halt in front of a snow covered cave, my paws ached as I struggle to drag my almost frozen body inside the cave, though I did not know

His own power alone should be enough to catch Seekstorm. He didn't know how much time had passed. When Felix, sitting cross-legged, started to feel a bit bored, he suddenly noticed a little creature standing five yards away. Even he hadn't sensed it coming. "Is that Seekstorm?" It had snow-white fur and was only about the size of a palm. On top of that, its head resembled that of a tiger, sporting raccoon-like markings around its eyes. The most unique thing about it was the three long tails, which were constantly swishing.

I hissed in disbelief, and he laughed back at me. “Yeah, you're causing problems with his plans for his eldest,” he muttered and adjusted his hold on me. Dragging me further away from the housing area, I tried kicking him with my feet, and he squeezed me tighter, causing me to struggle for a breath. My vision was filled with black spots, and I tried to stay conscious when I saw a blur of black fur fly past me and started falling backward. Prying myself out of the dead weight of Curtis's arms I turned my head and shrieked at seeing Curtis’s head lying lopsided and hanging on by tendons.

Frost said again to it. The snow wolf beast howled again and fondly rubbed its white furry head to Frost's body. Its tail was moving rapidly. It is clearly happy and excited. Frost also gently rubbed its furry head. Cough, she would reluctantly admit that its head is good to touch. 'Very soft.' Frost mentally said and gave it a thumbs up. Frost suddenly became alert when she felt a malicious aura coming towards her room. It's very faint but she can still feel it. Frost waited for the presence to come.