Crow Fursuit Novels & Stories

The creature, spotted moving into the forbidden forest. Deep within the forbidden forest, the snow werecat darted with graceful swiftness, its ethereal form blending seamlessly with the frost-kissed foliage. Prince Edon and his companions pursued the elusive creature, their determination unwavering, despite the foreboding whispers of the forest's forbidden nature. They knew the risks they took, but the allure of victory and the chance to capture such a legendary beast fueled their every stride.

I had thought to bring more clothes, Her Highness was thoughtful and kind, but I wanted to provide Odessa, not take from another. If we meet other supernaturals while Odessa wore this fur, they would be envious. They would know the difficulty of hunting a creature such as the Eskaskis. I had taught Razak well, only attacking the spot underneath the neck, which causes them to fall limp while being carried. The fur was untouched, with no holes in the leather and no blood. The only liquid that could stain the fur was its own blood, causing it to be ruined immediately. I let my half-smile cross my face. It would be perfect for her to wear. Her own eyes shined with mirth as she felt the thick lus

Cyrus twisted the throttle and surged forward. He had no desire to clash with them. Provoking one person could mean provoking an entire village. The snowmobile sped across the ice as the eight dogs chased after them, tongues lolling wildly. The moment the dogs locked onto Cyrus, their eyes turned red. The feral savagery in their gaze was enough to chill anyone to the bone. Dogs had descended from wolves. During Frostfall, they had endured countless struggles between life and death. Some had even eaten human flesh when driven by hunger. Dogs that had tasted human flesh developed blood-red eyes and became exceptionally brutal.

He wasn't sure he pronounced camerul right. "Cameruls are baby Camoflies. Camoflies are mystical birds with a tail. And they don't have feathers, they have furs. Most interesting part is they don't lay eggs and the moment they give birth, they turn to dust, leaving their babies behind. They are the most friendly mystical creature in the forest". Jamie appeared to enjoy speaking about the mystical creature and Jared listened with keen interest. He saw the excitement that sprung in Jamie's eyes as he spoke about the Camoflies. "So, did you find any?". Jared was also interested in the creature. He had not been able to fathom the giant bird he saw the other day at the forest.

The crowd goes wild again as five hooded people in nothing but shorts and the hood covering their faces are dragged on to the stage, each one supporting a number that has been drawn on their chest. My heart sinks, a fucking auction is he for real this has been banned for almost seventy years. The sound of a rumbling growl attempting to leave Maddox has me turning to look at him. “What's wrong?” He looks down at me, his eyes flashing to Chaos. “They are wolves” He growls out at me, my jaw hitting the floor.

Bouncing on one foot to the next as I stretched my limbs. Brandon resumed his role as the caller, standing between us. He looked tense, but I was determined not to pay attention to him right now. I shook my head, taking a deep breath. Fraudian shifted into that medium fur coat again, blood spraying from his crackle of bones. I followed suit in my own display of carnage, a quick jolt of pain shredding through the transformation as I landed on my white paws. I heard a few gasps from the crowd, but paid it no mind.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

He crumpled to the ground, lost in something only he could feel. "That is not how I thought it would go." The leader of the no-furs said with a shrug. He turned back to the ringmaster. "Rosi, what is it that you wanted from us again?" "Guru." Ambrosia's manner was shifting. "And I know you sicced Wren on the Black-fur to distract us." The Hare grabbed the tall no-fur by the ear. "So, I will only ask this once. What did you do?"

I froze momentarily. "Galen?" I muttered. The male looked identical. "I am Delrox," he said sternly and lifted Callie to sink his teeth into her furry neck. She yelped as her red blood clashed against the white of her fur. I jumped up wrapping my arm around his head to pry him off of her. Delrox shoved Callie to the dirt after taking a chunk out of her flesh. He yanked me from around himself and pushed me to the ground. I landed on my feet before him and growled threateningly.

A crow made of shimmering light burst forth, its wings flaring wide as it took to the sky. “Find Harold,” Dale commanded. “Tell him everything!” The crow let out a piercing cry and disappeared into the canopy. We ran until our legs could carry us no further, finally coming to a rocky outcrop that loomed before us like a dead end. Dale cursed under his breath, pulling out yet another card. “These aren’t ordinary foxes,” he said hurriedly, his eyes scanning the area for an escape. “They’re part of a clan that’s been at war with the wolves for centuries.”