Fur And Feathers Novels & Stories

Riding on Fierns, Evan, Nino, Helen, Ashley and a group of Myrim Knights and Guards followed the road that the stranger pointed out. Also by the way, 'Feirns' are large four-legged animal with a mane and tail of feathers, it's body and legs are covered with shiny soft hair, it has hooves, and a long head with a beak of a mighty eagle.

They'll be surprised. I observed them closely, noticing the resemblance to Devyn with their dark fur and large bodies. Their fur was an inky black, almost blending with the darkness around us. Unlike Devyn, their furs didn’t look they felt soft. They looked like touching them would stain your hands or even hurt you.

he offered. Saraya hesitated, shaking her head. “What if they get dirty? No… I’ll ruin them,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. “Nonsense,” Alvin exclaimed, turning slightly to face her fully. Hesitantly, Saraya reached out and ran her fingers along the soft, feathery surface. She squealed in delight, her hand gliding over the silky feathers, marveling at their texture. She realized the sensation was similar to Logan’s fur—soft, smooth, almost velvet-like.

Its fur was not black or brown; it was a shimmering, indistinct gray. It was watching me.

VIVIAN I watch in horror as his body contorts, his skin tearing as the gruesome snapping and popping sounds of his joints and bones rearranging fill the dense space between us. Fur, golden as the sun, starts to sprout along the torn flesh, spreading until it covers his entire frame.

“Jasper—” “Back” I growled out instinctively as my Furs started to burst out along with my claws, growling deeply. Lyra stumbled against me but she didn't fight it, she trusted the reaction and that meant enough had happened this past weeks for her to realize that I wasn't joking. The face smiled as shadows moved between the shelves and the person on the other side leaned forward slightly with amusement on his face. “Woah” he said casually, lifting up his hands in surrender. “Easy there, I mean no harm. Really”

My fur is a sleek, shimmering silver, my eyes a piercing amber that seems to glow with an inner fire. This is it…

Its paws were large and padded, allowing for swift and silent movement through the forest. I couldn't help myself from moving my hand to touch the softness of its fur; he purrs beneath my touch. As I reached out to touch the wolf's fur, a surprising warmth emanated from its body. Its purrs resonated beneath my touch, revealing a gentleness that contrasted with its fierce appearance. "You're beautiful, Richard," I whispered, marveling at the contradiction between the wolf's fierce exterior and its gentle nature.

His father defiantly challenged him, and in response, Rafe transformed into a werewolf. The beast that stood before Rafe's father was an intimidating figure. His fur was a deep black, and his eyes glowed a menacing yellow. He stood tall and proud, ready for battle. Rafe's father was not intimidated, however, and he too transformed into a werewolf. He was smaller than Rafe, but his presence was still strong. His fur was a deep grey, and his eyes were a bright blue. The two werewolves began to circle each other, their eyes never leaving the other's. They both knew that this was a fight to the death, and they were both determined to win.

Fur erupted from her flesh, a tapestry of white and black that rippled across her form in sinuous waves, each patch a testament to the wildness that coursed through her veins. Amidst the chaos of her shifting form, a golden crescent blossomed upon her forehead, a radiant emblem of her lineage as a creature of the night. Its luminous glow seemed to pierce the darkness, a beacon of power that marked her as a force to be reckoned with in the untamed expanse of the forest.