Novel & Cerita Fur And Feathers

The witch told us my older sister would die at sixteen, and her prophecies had never been wrong. From that moment on, my sister became the most important one in the family. The best venison was saved for her. The rare white fox fur was given to her. Every night, our parents told her bedtime stories. I knew she was pitiful, but I still felt hurt and resentful. Then, on the day she turned sixteen, a sharp pain spread through my chest. Afraid I would cause trouble, my parents locked me in the basement. “Mom, please…” I cried, pounding on the door. “I can feel my wolf spirit getting weaker. Let me out…” However, Mom said without hesitation, “No! Today is an important day for your sister. “She only has one day left. Just bear with it…” When I finally closed my eyes and my soul drifted out of my body, I saw the living room filled with warm candlelight. My parents were holding my sister who was alive and well as they cried. Only then did I realize that the witch’s prophecy had never been wrong. The one meant to die was never my sister.

My son was kidnapped by a pack of rogue wolves. Two days later, the patrol team found his body. His limbs were broken, his entire body covered in bruises, not a single patch of fur left unmarked. I held his lifeless form and howled in anguish. My mate Damien, Alpha of the Stormfang Pack, swore the killers would pay. All evidence pointed to Sera, Damien's nominal Omega assistant, but in reality his mistress. As the pack's Luna, I publicly revealed the investigation results and evidence before all pack members. Under pressure from the pack, my mate was forced to execute his Omega assistant. A year later, I became pregnant again. But during my tenth anniversary Luna ceremony, my mate locked me in a burning chamber as punishment. That's when I learned the truth—he hated me for forcing him to kill his Omega assistant. He wanted me dead for revenge. In the flames, I felt the child in my womb slip away, and my own strength began to fail. After my rebirth, I still couldn't change my son's tragic fate. But when I chose to abandon my role as Stormfang Pack's Luna, the entire pack fell to their knees, begging me not to leave.

A Werewolf who wasn't given a name was abused by the ones she thought as her family. Before she turned 18, she was sold to traders who then placed her in an auction like a caged bird. For 3 years no one bought her, and as per rule of the traders, if a product is not saleable for 3-4 years, it will be discarded and make money of the body parts instead. Thus, it was her last chance. And before she was butchered and be skinned to sell her fur, Alpha Raven of Kingston Pack who was present at the auction of her last year, bought her. When he learned that she has no name, he named her Antheia, and treated her like his most precious possession. Everything was going well not until Antheia was found by the Royal family. Turning out that she was the missing Princess and next to the throne, but, it was said that since she was born, she was already betrothed to an Alpha Prince of another region. They took her and separated her from Alpha Raven who was her mate, saying that mate bonds are not a thing for Royal bloods, and they must fulfill the pact they made with the Alpha Prince, threatening her that they would eliminate Alpha Raven and his pack if she won't bend to her family's wishes. What would she do to save her beloved mate? Will it be on her power to cause the War of the Werewolf Royals?

Elara thought she was inheriting a cottage. Instead, she inherited a debt, and three Alpha Kings who claim she belongs to them. Kieran, Caspian, and Alaric are triplet werewolf rulers bound by an ancient deal: Elara's grandmother traded her granddaughter for protection twenty-three years ago. Now the debt has come due, and the bond that snaps into place the moment Elara touches Kieran's fur changes everything. She's not just payment. She's their mate, the one woman destined for all three of them. But Elara is hiding a secret even she doesn't know: she's not human. She's a dormant Fae-wolf hybrid, the first Breeder in three hundred years, and the only woman who can give the Alpha Kings their heirs. Her grandmother's binding spell kept her hidden from the Fae Court that wants her dead and the rival packs that would kill to possess her. Now the spell is breaking. As the mate bond intensifies with every full moon, Elara's powers awaken, and so does the attention of enemies who will stop at nothing to get to be the one to bred the breeder or destroy her. Caught between three possessive Alphas who refuse to let her go and a world that wants her extinct, Elara must accept the truth: She was never meant to be human. She was born to be claimed, bred and worshipped. And the Alpha Kings will burn down both realms to keep her.

Book One in the Fate Bound Trilogy Born under a prophecy and raised in a nightmare, Zahra has spent her life starved, isolated, and hated as the unwanted daughter of a pack Beta. When her father finally snaps and attacks her, her body breaks, but something buried deep inside her finally awakens. Her wolf. Pushed to the edge of death, Zahra’s first shift is violent, conscious, and fuelled by pure survival. And when white fur surfaces, the truth becomes impossible to hide. She is no ordinary wolf. Chosen by the Moon Goddess and tied to a forgotten prophecy, Zahra is suddenly thrust into a future she never asked for, one filled with power, danger, and people who see her as something far more than she’s ready to be. For the first time in her life, she’s surrounded by friendship, loyalty, and the kind of male attention she has no idea how to trust. As feelings begin to form and bonds start to take shape, Zahra quickly realises nothing about these connections is simple. What draws her to them may be drawing them to each other as well. But Zahra has never belonged to anyone. Bruised, furious, and desperate for freedom, she refuses to become a pawn of fate, no matter how tightly it tries to claim her. Because destiny isn’t given. It’s taken in blood and battle. Zahra’s story is for anyone who’s ever been overlooked and dared to rise anyway.

As Gamma of the Creed Pack, I'd held the Northern Border alone for three full years. Every time I called in to ask when I could come home, my mate — the Alpha of Creed — picked up the phone himself. He told me the rogues weren't cleared. He told me the rival packs were still circling. He said, "Nora. One more year. Once we have completely eliminated all our enemies, I will hold the grandest mating ceremony for you. I swear it on the Moon." I believed him. When I dragged myself out of a pile of dead rogues with a silver arrowhead still lodged an inch from my heart, bleeding too fast for a medevac, my warriors had to shift and run me back in wolf form all the way to Creed territory. The moment we crossed the border, I saw fairy lights strung from every streetlamp along the road to the pack house. Pack wolves on the sidewalks were talking loud, smiling at each other. "The Alpha's Mating Ceremony is tonight. He's taking the Elder's daughter as Luna. Three years of peace on the border. It's a good time to be Creed." I coughed dark blood into the fur on the back of my warrior's neck and laughed, short and bitter. He hadn't needed me holding the border. He just hadn't wanted me home.

After a brutal attack in the Wyoming wilderness, Clara Carlson wakes in a strange mountain lodge with no memory of how she got there. The last thing she remembers is hiking toward a secret waterfall—then pain, fur, and teeth. Now she’s surrounded by strangers who claim she’s no longer human. James Bishop, the lodge’s calm yet commanding leader, tells Clara she’s been bitten by a rogue werewolf and has transformed into one herself. As Alpha, he offers protection and a place within his pack—a secluded community hidden deep in the Rockies, bound by instinct, hierarchy, and secrecy. But to Clara, it feels like captivity. Struggling between disbelief and an undeniable pull toward her new instincts, Clara begins to unravel the truth about the world she’s entered. The pack is large, disciplined, and guarded—for good reason. There are threats beyond their borders: outcasts driven mad by isolation, hunters who’d expose their existence, and rival packs watching for weakness. As Clara’s powers awaken, she must decide whether to fight the change, risk escape, or accept the strange new life—and Alpha—who’s claimed her. But the more she learns about the wild world beneath the human one, the more she realizes that survival here requires more than acceptance. It demands loyalty, strength… and the courage to become the predator she never meant to be.

The Black Wolf was now standing so close to me. I let out a whimper and started to cry so loud. "Pl…please do… don't eat me” I hiccupped. It looked at me with amusement and fury clear in its golden orbs, which were surrounded by a blue ring. "Why…? Why did you eat him?” I asked Mr. Wolf with a hoarse voice, due to crying. It tilted its head to the side and made some strange noise. Its fur started to vanish and was replaced by tan skin. The wolf started to shift into a human, more like Alexander. I was speechless and he was... whoa! He was naked, like butt naked. ************** What happens when you kill the mate of the world's powerful Alpha in an accident? What if he was out for revenge? What if he would do anything to hurt you? Catherine was met with an accident a year ago, so after her recovery, her parents sent her to Maine to stay with her granny for a change of environment. Many mysteries started to unfold around her, and on top of it, an Alpha was obsessed with making her fall for him. Was he truly in love with her or was it all a facade? Would he fall for her, despite his hatred? Can a werewolf fall in love with a human and that too a human who killed his mate? Join the love story of Alexander and Catherine. [There is no second chance mate in my book]

At my lowest point that year, I took a job at a pet shop, where I was assigned to take care of a "gentle-tempered" silver-white Alaskan Malamute. Every time I went near him, he would lift his head and bury his nose against my chest, breathing in low, rough sounds that felt disturbingly like a grown man holding himself back. Especially when my hand brushed through his beautiful fur, his body would heat up, and his eyes would darken and burn with unmistakable possessiveness. Thinking he was sick, I rushed to find the shop owner. The owner gave me a long, meaningful glance. "He's not sick. But he only acts like this with you. "You need to bathe him, give him a full-body massage, and try giving him a little kiss. Otherwise, he might lose control." I had my doubts about the whole thing, but I didn't really have a choice. I went along with it anyway. Eventually, I told the friend who had gotten me this job everything that had been happening. After she heard me out, she went quiet for a second. Then, she looked at me strangely and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all? What if he's actually a werewolf who can take human form, and he's in heat, using pheromones to mess with you because he wants to… You know, sleep with you?"

I shivered in the darkness, the air stale, damp and cold making goosebumps appear on my bare skin. The low rumbles and huffs which were coming from behind made me a little scared, and I knew the beast was still there, watching me with interest. I knew screaming and calling for help was futile since my voice was already hoarse for trying to scream the past few hours, but the only thing to be heard was my echo, and the snarl that followed next. I heard it shift and felt it's soft fur brush against my body and skin. I swallowed hard and held in my voice. The more it leaned in, the more my heart beat wildly, and I tried to move away from it. It's warm breath brushed against my cold skin making me shiver in response. I couldn't see but I had an idea what it wanted. I kept resisting but it was much stronger than I was, easily able to pull my thin legs apart. It showed it's dominance as a way to make me submit. I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight or escape it, but that didn't mean I was going to willingly do what the beast said, at least at that minute. But everything changed when I felt it's big head dip between my legs, easily parting them to the extreme, and a rough, yet soft , in my opening. I couldn't help the moan that left my lips. The was long, rough, and filled me to the brim, and that's when I knew I was in . The beast wanted to breed with me.