Fur And Feathers Novels & Stories

That was a mystery I sort of did not want to get to the bottom to. Now I am Kendrick, the same old grumpy brown wolf with a quack howl. I had brown hair brown eyes, white skin, and man did I like white cotton briefs! They are perfect for what they have to do down there, keeping my 6.75” dick where it had to be.

It makes the earth vibrate. Pain rips through me, but it isn’t pain like before. It’s change. Cracking, shifting, stretching. My bones bend and twist. My skin tears and heals in the same heartbeat. Fur sprouts across my limbs, not the coarse, dark kind I’ve seen on the wolves who shift in the pack. No. This is white. Luminous. Moonlit. It shimmers as it grows, as if spun from starlight. Then the wings come.

Eric was back where he had started, meters from where Robin had tried to attack him. The vans: that of Elias and Jacob was still parked there, one behind the other. The people, however, were gone. Only about a dozen or more dogs stood there now: big dogs with shiny fur and teeth that looked capable of ripping out flesh. They had various colours of fur, and although brown and black were pretty common dog fur colours, there were also some unusual ones, like silver and red.

“It’s time. They are coming.” He turned back around and shifted. Instead of a drop from above, Vale stepped into the water. The rippling following from head to tail. The two of them, with their pure white fur and golden eyes, were a sight to see. Hector on the other side looked like a beast with his dark brown fur and the peppering of grey that streaked his fur. In this form, neither Auri or Hector looked any younger than normal. Nothing had changed save for their size.

“Vampires? And this… this is not from the Feather clan nor the Wingsman clan.” She traced the pad of her fingers on the feathers. The feathers were slightly unique. It was pointy and rough around the edge. It was somewhat larger than either clan. The Feather clan consisted of numerous bird feathers and the Wingsman clan’s feathers were limited only to their wings. There were striking differences between the Feather clan's and the Wingsman clan’s feathers. The differences were also prominent.

"Yes, this is a very good book. I don't believe you said your book didn't sell. I think your book deserves to be displayed on the bestseller shelf. Your adventures are so exciting and funny. Is it true that your favorite sheep's fur is curly?" "All sheep have curly fur, River. It's just that the sheep I mentioned has the curliest and longest fur. Some strands hang down in front of his face like hair. Sometimes, I feel like he looks like me." "Then, is it true that if its fur is too thick, the sheep can roll over?" River asked with round eyes. Summer nodded lightly. "Yes! When the fur is too thick, sheep can sweat and get irritated. Sheep can't scratch their backs like we do. The only way is

I slumped my shoulders and glanced between them both and compared them. "Both were blue-eyed with black hair. Faelon's hair was long with waves whereas Lucian's hair was shorter and stylish. Both were very handsome but the scent I got from each was different. Lucian's was like the earth, rich and untamed while Faelon's was oddly perfumed like freshly cut flowers. "What does it mean?" I spoke out loud to my wolf. Both men glanced over at me. Eva was howling within my mind in humor. My brow creased as I turned and walked away from them both.

I clawed at the earth beneath me as my form kept changing to something bigger. “You are almost there,” Ariana said, and suddenly, the first pop of fur came through my hands. Sweat was dripping down my body, and then my entire arm was suddenly filled with a fur I found to be very strange. It was white, and not just white; my fur glittered like some precious jewel.

Each strand of fur seemed to catch the light, creating an ethereal glow that surrounded the creature almost like a halo. But amidst the purity of its white fur, streaks of crimson stood out in stark contrast, marring its otherwise pristine appearance. The red stains seemed to blend seamlessly with the white, creating an eerie juxtaposition that spoke of violence and brutality.

CHAPTER 33 •••••Aurora's POV••••• I watched in awe at little wolves of different colours. Some have brown, grey,white and black fur. I so badly want to hold and play with them. Watching their fur my mind drifted back to the time when I touched that Lycan's soft silky fur. "Will the kids furr also feel like that?" i wondered. My palms were itching to hold these adorable kids in my arms.