Fur And Feathers Novels & Stories

Alyse gasped, running her fingers through the hair, “I’ve never felt wolf fur this soft before” she exclaimed. Hina smiled at her and then turned her gaze to me. I brushed my fingers through the long grey fur and was taken aback. It felt soft and smooth like a golden retriever puppy’s hair. I hadn’t realised a smile crept onto my face as I watched my fingers glide through the fur. “See, delectable isn’t it?” she voiced. I don’t know if it’s still the heat from my almost sex with Alyse or something else, but something about Hina on this fur and in that dress was sending shivers down my spine.

I drop onto all fours, my massive paws sinking into the soft earth. Betty walks straight into my space. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't show a hint of fear. She steps right up to my massive head, reaches out, and grips my left ear with both hands. She gives it a sharp, playful yank. A tiny, rare chuckle slips past her lips. "I have wanted to do that since the council meeting," she whispers. I let out a low, vibrating huff that blows her hair away from her face. Werewolf fur is soft, like velvet. Lycan fur is like iron wire, coarse and thick - except for the back of our ears, where the skin remains thin and sensitive.

Dumbfounded? The first thing I notice is that the fur on his body has tiny flat coin-like ends instead of pointed tips that create kind of like… a natural body of armor. It’s not heavy, but it looks like it’s impenetrable. I wish I could run my fingers through to see what it feels like. He is almost black, but is he? He flexes his muscular chest and shoulders, making the dark metallic disks gleam in the moonlight. The disks flash a deep blue. As I watch the reflection in disbelief, I finally make my way up to his face.

This is in the hands of people far more equipped to deal with it now. But I can see the sunlight in his hair. Just that, now, with how the crowd is shifting. It’s the only part of him undamaged by whatever happened, and Goddess above, it’s beautiful. I know why I couldn’t tell whether his fur was brown or black—it seems like every other strand changes color, like the striations in rich, dark wood. It’s warm like wood, too, all the brown and black tinted just slightly red. I know, even from here, that it’s been soaking up the morning’s heat. When I touched it, I could barely feel my hands, but stroking through it would be like petting a cat that was dozing in the sun. Nothing more peaceful or

The wolf's hair now covers her body and reaches from her hands to her legs. Her hands had now turned into purple claws, and her nails had turned purple. Her spine was twisted, and her body was aching due to the sudden increase in the size of her bones. When the fur begins covering her face, she feels itchy. She hates how itchy it is, especially now.

I was back in the woods, chasing animals. But this time there was a fierce animal with me. It was a wolf. A huge great wolf with golden fur. It was a fearsome and terrifying creature, a being of darkness and shadow that struck fear into the hearts of all who encountered it. Its powerful, muscular body was covered in thick fur that seemed to ripple and shift with a life of its own.

I feel hot and cold; I shiver and then I am covered in sweat. I fight, trying to find my way through the darkness, but I am pulled back into the darkness, away from the heat and the cold. The next time I seem to be aware I am still in the darkness but as I move my arms, I feel short silk-type fur in one hand and fluffy soft fur in the other.

I shut my eyes off several times, tight-shut and not just swift blinks, in order to accustom myself to what is in front of me. It’s silver! The color of those fluffy furs is metallic silver with a golden mane around the neck that looks like a necklace and with white stockings at the base of its paws. Its head is enormous, gorgeous, and magnificent. It looks like Amaltheo somehow, but something doesn’t feel right. It’s on defense mode, standing gallantry in between me and the sleeping lady who I assume is Allyssa. There couldn’t be another anyway.

Daniel said and Mathew’s eyes widened as he looked at me, then at Daniel trying to process what he had said, his big eyes looking at me. “Are you Nathan?” He asked, his eyes meeting mine and I purred as an answer, he smiled, and I couldn’t help the warm feeling I felt toward the child who sat in the arms of my beta in front of me. “You look pretty” “I’m sure to others he looks scary” Daniel corrected, but Mathew shook his head. “He looks pretty, and has soft hair…” “Fur” “What does fur mean?” “It’s the hair a wolf has, this…” he ruffled the child’s hair “is hair, that…” he pointed at my fur “is fur”

"Oh my, the fur is so pretty. Where did you get it?" Instantly Anna grabbed the pen Pandora was using to take a closer look at the gray-black fur attached to the back cover. The feather from end to end was only tied with thread to blend in with the pen she had. Pandora said little about where she found the rare feather, but Anna's response was unsurprisingly overwhelming. "Only one feather? I want more."