Crow Fursuit Novels & Stories

Bold letters marked the sails. F. The Frost Pack. Men stood along the decks, dressed in leather and fur, braided hair whipping in the wind. They looked timeless. Dangerous. Like legends made flesh. Tara's breath caught. Something in her chest tightened painfully, burning as if her soul itself were screaming without sound. "The Frost Pack," Curtis said quietly. "We thought their arrival was just a rumor," Zane muttered. "It wasn't," Curtis replied, his voice grim. Tara glanced between them, unease flooding her veins.

But then, Furrows zoned in on several short precise phrases which he began to chant over and over: “Surface burns. Clouds cry. Water swallows. Nests come down.” “Surface burns. Clouds cry. Water swallows. Nests come down.” He floated into the air, shaking his caudal, puffing through his gills, and waving his wasted legs in a foolish air dance. “Surface burns. Clouds cry. Water swallows. Nests come down.” No one dared go near; size made Furrows a credible threat. Three deck officers arrived. One approached the old windbag, but Furrows backed away, dancing up, over, and back down.

“Jasper—” “Back” I growled out instinctively as my Furs started to burst out along with my claws, growling deeply. Lyra stumbled against me but she didn't fight it, she trusted the reaction and that meant enough had happened this past weeks for her to realize that I wasn't joking. The face smiled as shadows moved between the shelves and the person on the other side leaned forward slightly with amusement on his face. “Woah” he said casually, lifting up his hands in surrender. “Easy there, I mean no harm. Really”

Fur sprouted from my skin, enveloping me in a cloak of ethereal white. Once fully transformed, I stood tall and proud as a majestic creature of the night. My fur, glistening in the moonlight, bore the color of freshly fallen snow. It was as if a piece of winter's enchantment had woven itself into my very being. Each strand of fur shimmered with an otherworldly glow, casting a pale radiance in the darkness.

"They're upon us—attack!" Chaos exploded like a dam bursting. The pack surged into motion, claws extending with sharp snaps, fur rippling over skin as partial shifts took hold. Howls rose in a cacophony, mingling with snarls and the clash of bodies. Rogues poured from the forest—mangy, feral wolves with scarred pelts and wild eyes, their numbers swelling like a dark tide. They leaped over the underbrush, fangs bared, aiming for the heart of the gathering.

Eric was back where he had started, meters from where Robin had tried to attack him. The vans: that of Elias and Jacob was still parked there, one behind the other. The people, however, were gone. Only about a dozen or more dogs stood there now: big dogs with shiny fur and teeth that looked capable of ripping out flesh. They had various colours of fur, and although brown and black were pretty common dog fur colours, there were also some unusual ones, like silver and red.

While still crouching, a wailing creak altogether with the jaunty Black Vultures' pinion was drastically plummeting down before my eyes can flutter. Throughout the inclusive period, one by one, the Black Vultures were collapsing in the ground, lifeless prior to their ghastly vigorous hounding earlier. Then, a deep howl was heard. I rashly looked back and saw how my hound, Poloy, was leading the entire pack of the Aardwolves. His hound image and build were taken off and whirled like the Alpha of the Aardwolf, but more dominating, powerful, and strangely having a lustrous golden fur with nautical eyes that resembles mine.

This time, however, he was determined to bring his son back. The sun was beginning to set, and the brothers had just arrived at their destination. It was on the outskirts of town, they could see a small cottage in the distance, but something seemed off. All the lights were off, and the streets seemed to be emptier than usual. As Rafe's father slowly drove closer, a chill ran through them. Suddenly, a loud howl cut through the night air, and the brothers stopped in their tracks. It was a mother wolf - she seemed to be howling because she lost her pup. The two men knew this was their chance, and they quickly got out of the car.

Shouts one of the men who was once playing the drum, and my eyes get even more attentive to see the limit of the madness that would reach the human mind. After five minutes, I don't know if it is me or them who are crazy, because I see everyone kneeling on the ground and imitating a posture characteristic of the canine species. And just when I think that the show cannot top everything I have seen so far, the Skyfallers' skin is changed to fur, their noses and mouths to muzzles, their human ears become pointed and also hairy. They no longer have hands or feet, only paws. "Are they wolves?! Wolf men... " escapes my lips as a result of the surprise that has blocked my thoughts.

The surrounding jungle was lush and alive with life, making it an unusual environment for such creatures. He experienced an unexplainable surge of anxiety. "Something's wrong," muttered Faghri, his instincts on high alert. He scanned the dense foliage around him, sensing more than just the dangers lurking within. Faghri emerged from the cave area, relieved but alert, to find a surprising discovery. Three wolves crouched in the bushes, their fur blending in with the undergrowth, staring at him intently. Their presence was both unexpected and frightening. Faghri turned and fled without a second thought.