Fat Furs Novels & Stories

he muses as Zara lets him up. Marcus makes quick work of undressing and in a flash, he’s on all fours in his wolf form. Goddess, he is the most gorgeous wolf I have ever seen! He has the most vibrant russet coloured fur from nose to tail with his fur being a bit thicker around his neck and he still has those amazing spring forest eyes. He’s perfect! Oh, and he’s only a fraction shorter than me, not very noticeable.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

he said. I smiled and nod, then pick up the menu, I look over it. What on earth are these, are these what rich people eat, there isn't any rice and bean. What should I order? "Mr. James, are you ready to order," a waiter asks. Eric but down the man and order, " bring me a zillion-dollar lobster frittata and a glass of red wine." The waiter nod and turn to me "and you miss?" "I'll have the same."

she said while showing me her expensive phone. I was very scared and she was smiling before we knew what happened, someone collect her phone, deleted the audio and gave her back the phone before the voice said "A pretty girl like you shouldn't bully other girls" and when I looked up to see who, I was so surprised to see MR. JACK!!!!.

“O-okay.” “I don’t know if we’re running into a battle, so when we get back, I need you to find somewhere safe. Preferably in the packhouse. There will be people there that will protect you.” I nodded, fully clothed now. Suddenly I heard the gut wrenching crunch of bones breaking and couldn’t tear my eyes from Zak as his body twisted and contorted quickly. His body grew larger and carmel fur sprouted from his skin. In just seconds, the large be

She tried hard not to gawk at his wide chest or the fact that he didn’t have on any clothes. Ellie took note of how tan he appeared and determined it had to be his natural skin tone since they kept him below ground. His coloring never changed. With his dark-brown hair and deep-chocolate eye color she thought he had to be a good portion Native American. Of course she couldn’t miss the fact that he was a great deal bigger than any Native Americans she’d ever seen. She guessed he had German or some other husky, tall ancestry too.

He shifted into his human form and I averted my eyes, refusing to stare at his naked body. "Who are you?" he asked angrily. It was clear that he was a rogue. My lips trembled and the baby began crying. "My name is Freya Allan...and I have nowhere to go." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Freya Allan, you should listen to me because I'm warning you, if I see another human being in my pack, I'll kill them," he said harshly. I closed my eyes and opened them again. "I'm not a human and besides I'm a rogue just like you" I whispered softly and stretched out my hand showing him my powers.

"There's a store five miles north. We've arranged credit with the owner. You can get whatever you need." "How did you—" "The bond," Marcus interrupted. "Ash can feel your location approximately three miles out. He's trying not to use it. He's also slowly dying from the effort of not using it. You're going to need to talk to him eventually." "Tell him—" "I'm not a messenger service," Marcus said flatly. "You can talk to him yourself whenever you're ready. Right now, you need to eat something. You've burned through approximately three thousand calories in the last four hours. Your body is going to start cannibalizing muscle tissue soon if you don't replenish."

Dumbfounded? The first thing I notice is that the fur on his body has tiny flat coin-like ends instead of pointed tips that create kind of like… a natural body of armor. It’s not heavy, but it looks like it’s impenetrable. I wish I could run my fingers through to see what it feels like. He is almost black, but is he? He flexes his muscular chest and shoulders, making the dark metallic disks gleam in the moonlight. The disks flash a deep blue. As I watch the reflection in disbelief, I finally make my way up to his face.

Vanessa lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. She straddled me and looked down at me, her eyes glowing dark red, almost black, with a look of pure hatred painted on her face. It was in that moment that I realized my sweet, innocent Vanessa really was gone, replaced by a monster made of twisted ideals, raw emotion, and an indomitable will to destroy humanity as we know it. She no longer saw me as her mother, but rather as an obstacle in the way of her achieving her goal.