Fur Alpha Novels & Stories

Vesta shakes her head at me. 'I want to shift.' She says. I nod at her internally before stripping in my room and climbing back outside through the window. I shift midair. My bones crack and fur takes over my skin. When I hit the ground, I am standing on my four. Vesta's fur is auburn and she's bigger than most of the wolves due to the Alpha blood in us. After doing a little stretch, she charges towards the forest, running without any restrains. She's free.

“Just wait until tomorrow. Mine’s going to be huge. Like my dad’s. But maybe a little sleeker. Like my mum.” Bella chuckled, stroking her daughter’s hair. “Sleek but deadly. Just like her mother.” Kael nodded in agreement. “I’ve seen the way you move in training. I think whatever’s inside you has been ready for years.” “Do you dream about it?” Ruby asked softly, her voice gentle. Aurora nodded. “Sometimes. I see fur. Blonde, maybe. Or silver. It’s never clear. Just flashes. I feel wind in my face and paws on the ground. It’s like I’m chasing something… but I never know what.”

“Funga...?” “Fungalstopsis,” she repeated. “It’s actually quite common in young wolf pups. They pick it up in their fur, and when they shift back to human form, they bring it back into their bodies. He needs antibiotics, but he’ll be fine.” Jade made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, but I wasn’t so sure. “Leo?” I asked, but he was clearly relieved. “This is good news, Ava,” he told me, leaning in to kiss me on the forehead. “I had it when I was a kid, too.”

It had been how he had asked. Spitfire had never had anyone say "my no-fur" when referring to him. He was always a rental, something to be used once or twice and returned to his owner. Even Agent had never referred to his prize no-fur as "mine". There was something about that simple phrase that indicated a claim. It hinted at the greatest bond a tom could have with one of the furless Omegas. Innehavre. It was not something said lightly, even by the most callous of toms.

She could eat a dozen servings of ice cream and chocolate happens to be her favorite flavor, she was such a big big baby wolf. " I'm not a baby wolf" she grumbled and I quickly shut up! I sat down more comfortably and started digging into my beautiful lunch, hmmm yum I purred softly in approval. It tasted even better than it looked and kept shoving big spoonfuls into my mouth, Rain also acknowledged the well-prepared meal and we both agreed that Finn needed to open his restaurant in the pack! He'll make a fortune within a few months!! He was that good and I secretly envied him!!

The giant grey wolf stared at Seraphina with cold, silver eyes. It was Aurora. She had fully shifted into her beast form, and her massive body was tense, ready to spring. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in the wolf’s throat, and thick, warm saliva dripped from its long, white fangs.

A tall, Caucasian woman wearing a fur coat walked across the stage. “Now, for number twenty-one, a new Chinchilla fur. This expensive piece was donated by Valkilmer Furs who has a physical location in Ohio and a website, www.valfurs.com. Order any size of any type of fur from anywhere at www.valfurs.com. We’ll start the bidding off at ten thousand dollars.” Bruce’s head rocked back. “Geez,” he mumbled. Seven paddles went up in the room.

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

My wolf - My Nia! A snowy blanket wraps around her body, a golden moon tattooed on her forehead between her lilac eyes telling the world we are Oracles. Something else that shocked me is her fur. Lilac engraving is tattooed all over her body - her legs. She's beautiful. Still, we dance around each other. Dogging claws, tossing bodies. I save as many as I could, and I lose just as much. Freya's army is too big. It goes on for miles - but we're determined to win.

I don't think my this observation will be appreciated by a brooding, cold, dominating but still very very hot ALFA RE. The creature's aura is something I have never experienced before. It is other worldly, you can feel the power that he carries. It is almost like a sizzling buzz of electricity under your skin.. humming and whizzing.. Asserting dominance over you. Making you aware that one wrong move can get you killed in a less than a nanosecond.