Crow Fursuit Novels & Stories

Letting a smile spread across my face, I drop to the ground and begin to shift, and once I’m in wolf form, I begin to move forward as quietly as I can while Gavin follows close behind me. When we reach the source of the noise, we stop and wait until a large carriage with barred doors and windows appears, led by four men in extravagant clothing. ‘Seems they’re masquerading as members of the fair,’ I announce, taking in their outfits. ‘Perfect way to lure women.’ ‘Bastards,’ Gavin growls. ‘They need to be sent straight to hell.’ ‘Agreed.’

Furs belonging to my kind, displayed on metal iron hooks, with little fox furs. Werewolf fur! They’re the ones killing the rogues. Pack wolves or rogues - this should not be happening to our kind! A young woman accidentally bumps into the wooden table, and the pelts on the hooks sway from side to side. ‘I'm so sorry...’ the young girl apologises, and the stall-holder assures her not to worry. She clasps a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp, shocked by what this stall is selling. Reserving my disgust, I purchase all of the werewolf hides from the stall and sling them over my shoulder. The girl watches me and then runs off.

I alerted myself and I’m sure her companions will come to her dead body’s direction quickly. I heard big footsteps of the Wolves and yeah it didn’t bother me being scared of them. This makes my blood rush in cruelty. I thought they’re only five yet dozens of them surrounded me. I quickly hide in the big bushes of grass and hide my scent need to finish them before the night ends. It’s midnight and I’m here sweating from the excitement I got. “She’s dead.” One of the were-rogue speaks.

Growls rumbled in their throats as their soulless eyes fixated on us. “I'll try to lead some of them away, get back to the main square and let them know that they have a rogue attack on their hands.” Bradford picked up a fat tree branch and held it like a baseball bat. “Don't argue and just do it.” Fur started to sprout on his skin, and his ears grew in height; the upper curves transformed into hairy points. He had a point, so I conceded. “Stay safe,” I told him, before turning around and running the way we had come.

The forgotten hose rolls across the concrete, spurting water. “The hell is this?” Big Jim asks, more amused than angry. Trent and Carrie, of course, know exactly what this is. All these furries had to do was look up the pizza restaurant’s address. The weapons suggest they’re not here to order an extra-large Gut Bomb and a side order of garlic knots. No fool, Carrie ducks behind her car. Trent stands frozen between Big Jim and the Mountain. Angry Fox strides forward, raising the rifle again, yelling muffled gibberish.

An icy aura strangely permeated on the hair strand, and all of a sudden, Rudy's hand that held it began to tremble. "This is a strand of hair from a one-eyed frost wolf!" After saying that, Rudy's expression rapidly fell into despair. Fane frowned. He did not know what kind of beast the one-eyed frost wolf was, but the expressions of the other two told him it was no ordinary fiend. Rudy sat down as he went on, "Just a simple sweep revealed a strand of hair from a one-eyed frost wolf! That means that…there are countless high-leveled beasts here!" Saying that, Rudy started to cry again. This time, he was destroyed by hopelessness.

chattering among the crowd is going on. "SILENCE," roars a guard from a distance. Dead silence descends upon them. All turn towards the voice. A row of guards is standing around two white horses pulling a cart behind them. The cart's body is shiny brown with golden lines on the square edges. The driver of the cart is dressed in a light brown surcoat with a dark red helmet only revealing his eyes. The driver steps down and stands near the cart's half glass door. The transparent glass of the door is revealing a golden curtain behind it. The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides.

Those corps are wearing some leather suite like armor, swords and spears, arrows are everywhere down here, crows hovering upward in the sky, squeaking with their ugly sounds, but none of them comes down which is weird because usually they should eating and enjoying the fresh meat although human but obviously they don’t care, a feast await for their arrival, while the fight still over, and the winning party is clearing the battlefield for any survivor while burying their kinsmen, that doesn’t mean some of those curious creatures by natures boldly descend in this goury ground stealing some flesh and intestines. Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not

My heart pounded a frantic tattoo in my chest. Suddenly, Rufus emerged from the doorway. But he wasn't Rufus anymore. He had transformed. Standing there was a magnificent creature, fur the color of twilight and eyes glowing with an inner fire. It was a wolf, a massive, powerful wolf unlike any I had ever seen. He snarled, a sound that sent shivers down the intruder’s spine, and lunged at another figure stumbling out of the house. The men looked terrified. They scrambled back, their weapons forgotten on the ground.

Carl suggested through mind link. I looked in his direction, and my eyes widened in surprise. His wolf, Ruth, was of dirty grey color with white strips here and there, but now, his fur was shining grey with a big white spot in the middle of his belly. “Your strips!” he gasped, and I narrowed my eyes. Before I could ask him anything, the next roar was so intense that we all bowed our half-bodies in submission. It was a call for a run. We, like pups following their mothers, ran out of the mansion.