Flinx Fur Novels & Stories

Never let the memories of your past blind you to your present. The guard herded Ragnar in formation as they flew west towards the Cridhe Islands. No one spoke to him or looked at him, and Ragnar was aware that next to the black armor that marked them as Queen's guard, his own golden scales stood out like dogs balls. As a much younger whelp, he used to roll in tar to change the bright color, but it never worked. For an hour, they flew, and it was dusk when they finally landed on the ground. Ragnar transformed to his human skin, he'd already been told that the next test was to be done like this, and he watched as the guard took to the skies-leaving him there for the night.

I felt a little relieved at his response, but what he said was troubling enough. “Ezra, check in.” Mr. Griffin said over the radio. My heart sank when there was a click of the radio and a blood curdling scream. My heart sank at that sound. I knew what it was; I didn’t think about anything but getting to Ezra. If he was dealing with a toxic screamer, he was in deep trouble. The only way to kill that kind of mutant was fire. It was one of the rarest kinds of mutants. I only fought one once, and it almost killed me. It had wings and long limbs that stretched and scratched. It couldn’t turn you into a mutant; it had a toxic ooze that burned through anything. You could stab it and behead it and i

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.

Lottie's POV I watched as Fluffy approached me, her head nudging at my stomach gently. A cute sound bubbled from her throat. A warm sensation spread through me as Fluffy's touch seemed to resonate with the pups stirring inside me. It was as if they recognised the hellhound's presence, responding with gentle flutters. I couldn't explain how, but despite the cuffs suppressing my abilities, this connection brought me a glimmer of relief. For a moment, the fear and uncertainty faded, replaced by a comforting sense of unity.

The moment Adira’s black paws hit the dirt she shakes out her fur and licks Arrow in the face. Arrow just laughs before dropping his sweat pants and allowing Ajax to take over. Ajax is huge and so beautiful, his golden fur is almost the colour of his hair. A low growl vibrates in his deep chest as Adira rubs up beside him before she tickles his nose with her tail. My wolf is such a horny hussy.

“Why is Falynx coming here?!” The massive creature named Falynx, a colossal beast that had six pairs of wings but no legs. Its head was like a crocodile’s and its wings were that of a bat. Its body was covered in peach sand scales and some patches of brown hair. It was 70 metres in length and flew about 100 metres above the sand. The sand was still blown away as it flew over and casted a large shadow on the desert. “KRAAA!!” It shrieked loudly as it got closer.

The faint scent of lavender and old wood that always lingered in her chambers was suddenly overwhelmed by something cleaner, wilder snow on pine needles, cold wind racing across open mountains, the metallic tang of a winter night just before a storm. Corinne’s head snapped up. In the exact center of the room, where a wide shaft of pure silver moonlight spilled across the floorboards, something began to take shape. White fur. It formed first as a soft, luminous mist, swirling and gathering like fog under the moon. Then the mist thickened, condensed, and solidified into thick, pristine white fur that seemed to glow from within with its own inner light. Powerful legs emerged, muscled and elegan

I was confused to what happened. “Ri- Riri! What- What happened?” I look at Vlash to see him coming towards me holding his blue robe as he slides it on my shoulders covering my nakedness. The white furry creature growls and begins to wag its head making his long furs on his head moves. We look at it, it is the same size, feature and body with that monster I was fighting but this time its color is white, golden eyes, a symbol like of the symbol we usually see that indicates fire right on its forehead and he really look like a big lion.

I shook my fur out, feeling the freedom and exhilaration that came with being in my true form. Beside me, Lance went through the same transformation. His fur was a sleek, shiny black, reflecting the moon's light like a million tiny diamonds. His eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to glow with an otherworldly intensity. His muscles rippled and bulged, revealing a power that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

The growl rose a notch, soft but warning, yet she shifted her nose upward in what seemed like reluctant consent. Carefully, he peeled back the bandage. The wounds looked… better. Much better than he had any right to expect in so short a time. The suspicion gnawed at him. Could they really heal that fast? His fingers traced along the edge of the fur as he examined the skin beneath, and he froze again at the softness, the warmth, and the scent. Honey. Sunshine. He shook his head, brow furrowing. How could fur smell like sunshine? Her head snapped down, eyes locking onto his. Heart stuttering—not fear, not exactly—but something unfamiliar, a shock of recognition that set every nerve alight. Unb