Forced Age Regression Furry Novels & Stories

I ignored my flesh caught in her fangs. I don't feel pain. Anger and hatred overtook me. I kicked her neck, stomach, and legs brutally. I don't care about how painful it sounds. I stepped on all her legs and also her stomach. I also plunged my long claws into its stomach until it had a hole in its stomach and was bleeding profusely. Then I kicked her again. Nicky's wolf has a speedy body regeneration ability. So I have to keep hurting her so her body's regeneration slows down.

“Hey, Gloria. Have you had your first shift yet?” “I wish! I still have 4 months until I turn 19, but Greg, Brandon, and Bren shifted last month.” She smiled widely and said, “Now that you’re here, I won’t feel so left out. We will shift for the first time together!” I nudged her with my shoulder. “Wanna bet $50 bucks that your wolf’s fur color is the same auburn color as your hair?” She snorted, "Hey, a wolf’s fur color doesn't necessarily follow their human counterpart’s hair color."

“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”

Corin glanced at her, thinking for a moment. “ She’s one hundred and thirty-two summers old, if I remember correctly.” I stared at both of them, unable to speak. As I watched, the creatures began to change. Their fur faded into smooth, dark caramel skin. The claws and antlers softened, reshaping until they looked more human—though still not entirely. Leaves and moss-like fabric formed their clothes, wrapping around their bodies in natural patterns.

Hurt hollowed out my heart. “Is that the Alpha?” “Of course it is. Have you ever seen a wolf with such perfect fur?” Reg practically purred at that. He started shaking his ass as he walked, which I sighed at and told him to stop. ‘But my adoring fans, Hunter! They want to see my perfect fur from every angle! When I do this, the sun hits my black fur and gleams!’ ‘They’ll see me sticking my hand where the sun don’t shine if you don’t stop.’

All of them were in the same age bracket, enough that they were all collectively concerned about my statement. “Ah, liven up, fellas. Isn’t that a beautiful thing?” I bumped one of them on the shoulder. “I mean…when you lose, and Soraya eventually claims that glorious spot, all you’d have to do is count your days. It’ll be fun!” The wolf in us gave us superhuman regenerative abilities and strength, but it wasn’t a countermeasure against mortality. While our immune systems were strong most of the time, they were only as strong as the wolf’s.

But instead of succumbing to it, she learned to redirect that energy towards protecting the pack and their territory. One fateful night, a rogue pack encroached upon their territory, threatening the safety and harmony they had fought so hard to maintain. Eva, armed with newfound control and purpose, led the charge alongside Damien, Jayden, and Erica. Their unity and determination radiated like a beacon of strength. In a breathtaking display of power and coordination, the pack fought back, defending their land with fierce loyalty. Eva's strategic thinking and enhanced abilities became invaluable assets, as she seamlessly transitioned between her human and wolf forms, embodying the harmony she

"So, why is that light-fur lycan challenging Winston if that is a fact?" "Probably, Verrod became a plaything of the elders," Sir Vitto said with a sigh. "They're mostly bored, so maybe they are experimenting to see if a light fur can defeat a dark fur." Woah, a person's personality really becomes unpleasant when they age. I hope these old geezers won't play with someone's life. This is a waste of beautiful people. "Aw, will he get beat up? That's too bad for his handsome face. I like his fur too."

She simply wanted to know. ‘’ I’d prefer to kill your father instead.’’ ‘’My my what!’’ This time, there was fury in her violet eyes, darkening them. She got up slowly, regally, every bit the princess she was. ‘’Well frat party guy, you just can’t. You may consider yourself some stupid vampire Slayer but you can’t kill the king even if you wanted to. For starters, you’re not nearly as good as you think you are or you’ll have known I’m the only one you could have been able to kill and secondly, my father is strong – the oldest vampire alive. Do you know vampires get stronger with age? We’re not like you feeble humans that die at the age of ninety or there abouts. We actually get more powers w

“I’m sorry but yes. You need care and if your arm is bad enough that Angela is trying to restrict what you do then, similar to how I have forced Damian I will force you.” “You can’t do that. I’m an adult at nineteen.” “No ma’am. You are considered an adult in the manner that you can join the warrior program and travel to other packs in search of your mate but you can be forced into the hospital and receive care until you turn twenty-one.” “I don’t understand. Eighteen is adulthood.” “Not for werewolves. There is a grey area created mainly for those who are orphaned or choose to go rogue.” “You would force me to undergo surgery.”