Fur Chan Novels & Stories

The road was even, making their carriage journey a smooth one. The woods that lined the road were filled with animals like fawns. They weren't terrified by human beings' presence. Murong Xian'er was excited when she spotted a fawn that glowed in five colors. She pointed at it and exclaimed, "Look, Brother Xiao Chen! That fawn is so pretty!"

Why did this little girl seem scarier than meeting his mom? "Holy shit, Catpig. Who is this fine specimen of a human being!?" Another young girl asked as she came down the stairs. This girl looked exactly like the first except, she behaved like she was high on sugar. He sighed. "Darcy, this is Higan." I laughed, unable to hold it in. "Catpig?" He glared at me. "That's top secret information so, keep it to yourself, buddy." Darcy grabbed my arm and asked, "How did you become friends with Jamie? Did he beg you?"

Gesturing to his body "This here is the full package and I don't intend to misuse it alright?" He laughed and Jason joined they put on the radio and nodded to the trendy hit "Gock am" by the upcoming artist Crayon when suddenly. The car tire screeched its bonnet crashing into a hard surface with a loud bang. Jason stepped on the brake fearfully. The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately.

We laughed, and he fist bumped me, almost knocking me down. "How was your journey like?" Laura asked, and I was curious too. "Hmm.. Let’s go inside and talk; besides Derek, where is your fiancée?" "Athena," I corrected him quickly, "is obsessed with preparing different concoctions and looking up new herbs now." She will be back soon. "That’s good; at least you won’t have to worry about getting hurt, since Athena is so good with herbs, you lucky fellow." He teased me this time. "Let’s go in; we need to talk." "You look so much tanner now since you left for the smaller pack territory." I was concerned.

December 25th, 2012 Evening Damon “Would you like my coat?” I can see my breath as I talk, swirling towards her face, copper escaping from beneath a hirsute wool fiddler cap. She’s already got on one of my coats, my favourite one at that. A tartan emerald trench, faded brass buttons and structured shoulders far too broad for her.

Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to. With a small sigh, he instructed his pet to sit, and stay still, while he guided my daughter as she run her hands through the collie's beautiful fur. I smiled as I watched them, slowing my run to a lazy walk now that I was almost near them. Sam and I shared a glance and I smiled shyly, mouthing a little thank you to him for helping me out. He didn't smile back. Instead, he threw me the nastiest scowl he could muster.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

The scent of honeysuckle tickled my nostrils. "What are you implying, wolf," I demanded loudly, causing Faelon to eye me strangely. "Nothing dear but you made that angel's heart begin to beat," she growled teasingly and I looked over at Faelon and shook my head. "Are you an angel?" I asked him bluntly. Faelon shook his head and growled, "I'm a mixed breed." "Welcome to the club," I muttered and showed him my shifted Lycan hand. "Impressive," he grunted and tilted his head once again like he was listening to someone speaking.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically