Fur And Feathers Novels & Stories

"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.

"I've never owned a pet before." "Why not? They're so cute and friendly." "I'm not a fan of fur. On animals or clothes." "Allergic?" "More like intolerance?" I chuckled. "It kind of grosses me out." she laughed. "Don't tell me that you're scared of dogs." "I'm not scared of them. Okay, big dogs freak me out but fur is gross no matter the size of the dog or animal." "Animals have beautiful coats. If you don't mind me asking, why do you feel so digusted by fur?"

Fur began sprouting out from her body and soon she was covered in a luscious and sheeny mane from head to toe, safe for her eyes which had now become a golden brown color. If any of her enemies like Blaire ever found out about this, they would ridicule her to scorn. Maybe it will become easier with time. She just had to train herself more. With a bit of difficulty due to the muscle strain and her getting used to her new body, she pushed herself on her feet - or paws.

He got irritated with the no-fur faster than he did with anyone else. And, worst of all, if he was being honest, he was having a hard time not staring at the beautiful no-fur. Especially now. A very light dusting of hair the color of red honey was starting to grow back on his head where the no-fur had been shaved for the Rodeo. It made all of his features more pronounced. The adorable nose. The bright inquisitive eyes. That same red honey also framed the no-fur's cock very nicely as Spitfire, for some reason, decided he wanted to get naked, save for the sparkling elevator necklace.

Sasha mused. “And a coward,” Damian added. “These are definitely fur and not hair. Look at how many tufts I collected from the bushes. They could make a tiny cushion. If a man lost this much hair, he would have been bald by now. Also, I don’t think these deep grooves in the mud belong to a man.”

They were the legendary Suan Nis. The Fierce Beast on the west side had snow-white fur, two faint golden dragon horns on its forehead, an eagle beak, and a pair of black-coloured wings. It was the Suan Nis of Fierce Beasts. As for the two ferocious beasts in the north and south, one had the body of a tiger with fur like a dog. Its fur was very long and its face resembled a human. Its legs resembled a tiger and its mouth had the fangs of a wild boar. Its tail was eight feet long.