Fur Alpha Novels & Stories

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

The silver light touched my fur, as though the heavens themselves had come to witness. And I howled. A deep, resonant sound. The kind of howl that meant something. That said, I am here. I am Alpha. I am home. And then— One by one… They shifted. Flesh gave way to fur. Bodies reshaped. Voices rose into the night. Fara was the first, her ginger fur wolf strong, noble, loyal, answering me without question. Then more. Wolves of every shade, russet, gold, ash-grey, midnight, cream, filled the circle.

As I opened the kitchen door, Friya dashed off. "You really can't just wait, can you? What if someone sees us? Worse, what if our master sees us?!" I scolded her while flashing to the woods. "He left remember! He can't see us. C'mon, I wanna see him. I wanna hug him!" Friya impatiently uttered. She was this excited to see him, the wolf with mixed light brown and white fur and with sapphire blue eyes.

It got so severe that I eventually stopped shifting, and it's been years since I walked in my wolf form. The fur on the Alpha was a jet black colour making his eyes stand out even more as the top lip curled back, revealing a set of razor sharp fangs. On instinct, I would have fell to the floor and submitted immediately, but I was glued to the ground, and all I could do was stare. Axel shifted his weight onto his front paws as he menacingly took a step forward.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

She was restless for the last hour. I reached the middle of the forest when suddenly a white wolf came out of the trees and stood in front of me. The wolf was large, his fur was shining under the moonlight and his aura was powerful. He didn't seem like a rogue as his eyes weren't red. Usually rogues have red eyes while he had grey. Red eyes is a sign that their wolves have complete control over them. Maybe he wasn't a rogue for too long or he was just a wolf that got lost. What is certain is that the color of his fur is very rare! This color was not prevalent around here.

Even without being told, Ravi knew that no Wolf had purple fur. The common ones were brown, grey, true Luna's had pure white, there was a light black colour and such. But never any of the shouting colours. He healed himself and after he made sure that he had no wounds, he rose and changed back to his human form. At the ground where he was lying, there was a mixture of burnt fur, burnt clothes and burnt skin. It smelled disgusting. He looked at his skin and he smiled. His skin looked like a new baby's. So smooth and shiny.

Kihara didn't know when she chuckled "What's funny?" Carly asked in irritation. "And you, Blade or Blaze whatever your name is, I do not want to ever hear that you touched my mate again," she mimicked the alpha's muscular voice and burst out in laughter. It was so funny to see the Alpha jealous, protective, possessive, and angry altogether. They couldn't detect whether he was angry at Carly or it was Blaze he was angry at He was as confused as they all were in the room of his behavior

“No. Only we—the royal bloodline—carry the black midnight fur naturally. Other than us, werewolves can have fur of any color, regardless of rank. Rank doesn’t decide fur color.” He paused before adding, “Phoenix and Miah also have black fur, even though they are the Beta and Gamma of the Royal clan. The children born to an Alpha will always have black fur—it’s inherited at birth. But becoming an Alpha is marked differently.” “How?” Saraya asked. “The one who earns the Alpha title receives a tattoo or mark on their wolf form,” Raf explained. “That tattoo signifies their authority. It’s a living mark—bound to their soul—that declares them Alpha.”

"Honestly, I'm also curious to see your fur, Sophia, as well as yours, Algie. I wonder what colors you both have." I turned to Algie, and he was already looking at me. He spoke up first, "My fur is dark brown with brown claws. My eyes are golden-red. Since I'm a Beta, my color is no different from our Alpha." "Oh!" Mr. Dencio exclaimed. "So, if a werewolf is truly an Alpha, their fur color is dark brown." "Why?" Beta asked, his eyes flashing towards Clara. Clara replied, "We're the same." Beta and I exchanged glances, unable to contain our smiles. I chimed in, "Even your energies are similar." I was referring to Clara and Beta.