Fur And Feathers Novels & Stories

It wasn't the coarse, heavy fur of a Lykan shift. My ribs expanded with a sharp, crackling gasp. Fine, shimmering feathers of pure, luminous white burst along my forearms and neck, blending seamlessly with my smooth skin. My fingers elongated into sharp, obsidian talons, and my vision shifted violently the dim, shadowy room exploding into thousands of razor sharp details, colors, and thermal trails. Hati turned around sharply, sensing the sudden, catastrophic spike in energy. His amber eyes widened in genuine, stunned disbelief.

Fur. I shift and drop my pack, then pluck the fluffy hunk of wolf fur off a bramble bush and roll it between my fingers. White, which can only mean Frost. Kian and Malix have much darker coloring. It feels like satin between my fingers and summons up memories of the man it belonged to. His fur makes the void inside me scream. I think of Frost with his silky soft, pale blond hair sweeping against his sharp cheekbones. Those piercing blue eyes like the heart of a glacier. Or the heart of an iceberg, more aptly, given how destructive he’s been in my life.

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

“but there is something else. We found fur which matches the fur the feral left all over Johnny but we found a second donor.” She paused to open on of the pockets in her coat and pulled out a small clear evidence bag. Inside was several strands of golden hair. The way they caught the first rays of the morning sun made them Shimmer like threads of gold or silk. As beautiful as it was, it was unusual as well. Sandy or sable coats weren’t totally uncommon but they were usually mixed with other colours. This had no other colours mixed in. “The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.”

Finn was… magnificent. Pale gold, leathery wings arched high above his head, the hooked claws in the middle as black as his fingernails. Patterning the insides of those wings were fur in every shade of gold from the lightest champagne to the darkest bronze.

Gas, rubber, asphalt, grass, wolf, woolÉHe almost went to his knees as the dozens of scents and their meaning hit him all at once. Too much. Too many. TooÉ Head bowed, he took to breathing shallowly through his mouth as his fingers pinched his nostrils shut. Kneeling on the pavement, it took him several moments to compose himself, to gain control over the tsunami of information battering its way through. He focused on the items, one at a time. The body he could handle, even if the rub of fabric on skin felt unnatural. Fur is so much nicer. Where did that thought come from? He never wore fur. Fur was for women.

The white strands near his ears only accentuated the sleekness of his dark furs, making him look both powerful and regal. Tentatively, Stephanie stepped closer, her fingers trembling as she reached out to touch him. The moment her hand brushed against his fur, he let out a deep, rumbling growl—not of anger, but of contentment. The sound vibrated through her hand, sending a shiver down her spine. His fur was surprisingly soft, and as she ran her fingers through it, she felt an unexpected connection, a bond that seemed to transcend words.

A shriek came out of her mouth which made Anna look behind to find Aura falling down. "Aura!" Anna panicked and screamed taking her name and jumped off without thinking of the consequence. Suddenly she felt a burning sensation on her back and soon two jet-black wings came out of her back. Each feather has the top part jet black with the hairs or fibers sticking out of the sides, while the end of the edge itself is blood red. Flipping the wings in the air she flies down and catches Aura before she falls into the river of fire.

'' ''But -- but my fangs came out'' I said then blushed furiously, even as I was mad at myself for being embarrassed. He nodded. ''Yes, your fangs--'' then he shook his head. ''No let's not keep up the pretence about innocence okay, you don't have to keep faking that blush.'' he said and I nodded. how the hell did someone fake a blush? ''Your fangs came out yes,'' he said frowning slightly. ''But that's as far as you can get. Now back to the question I asked, before I change my mind and kill you right here. How many of you are in this school?''

Fur sprouted from my skin, enveloping me in a cloak of ethereal white. Once fully transformed, I stood tall and proud as a majestic creature of the night. My fur, glistening in the moonlight, bore the color of freshly fallen snow. It was as if a piece of winter's enchantment had woven itself into my very being. Each strand of fur shimmered with an otherworldly glow, casting a pale radiance in the darkness.