Furbies Stories Novels & Stories

I picked it up and looked around sighing, then walked out closed the door, and went back to the room I now occupied. I changed into my night clothes and sat on the chair by the window holding the stuffed toy against me and stared out the window at the glowing world of Valaisha. It made me feel close to Galen knowing he was the one who gave me the toy when I was a young girl. I miss him a lot. I finally learned what this toy is as I have seen one in real life. It looks like a cross between a rabbit and a squirrel called a finian. It has long ears like a rabbit only with a long bushy tail like a squirrel. They have either blue or red fir. My toy is red. I cuddled the toy closer and rested my c

She petted behind their ears, getting the softness of their luxurious, thick fur. They were making cute, happy sounds, leaning against her with all their weight as if not close enough. Pumpkin fell onto his side, paws folded under, begging for belly rubs, as Poochie nuzzled his cheek with his soft snout, seeking attention of his own. "Furbabies? Her fluffy boys?" ISAAC growled. She shot him an eyebrow. "He sounded jealous."

He jumped on the bedside table and looked between us and the babies, before settling down there and sitting on his paws, becoming a huge and chubby ball of orange fur. “You finally came to see your new baby sister and baby brother,” I beamed, and Burbus mewed at me. I knew that because of his connection with the Great Golden Fire he would be able to feel when the babies came. Even though Burbus was the laziest cat I’ve met, he stayed there with his eyes open, as if he was guarding the babies, watching over them. Egan took our sated baby girl in his arms and she opened her little blue eyes slowly, yawning. His smile was so big that it almost filled his whole face. He couldn’t be happier, if i

"You were always meant for great things. I just had to wait for you to see it." --- The celebration that followed was quiet but joyful. Wolves gathered around the fire, sharing stories, remembering the ones they had lost, honoring the ones who had survived. The Bozkurt wolves shared their own stories—of the steppe, of the hunt, of the wolves who had come before. Freya sat with the pups, translating the stories into words they could understand. Her voice was soft, her patience endless. The pups listened with wide eyes, their imaginations captured by tales of a world they had never seen.

Funny time of the day to do that, but I was beyond caring. I jugged around the dorm a little, trying to focus on the lyrics of Justin Bieber's Ghost, then as I finally relaxed for the first time in over a week, I slowed down to a leisurely walk, and headed for my favorite park the one that was just in front of the school library. I used to read novels by the window in the library, over looking the park, and pretend to myself that I was some magical fictional characters, and that my story had a happy ending. I sighed inwardly, I did not even have a story anymore, how then could I hope for a happy ending.

he declared, beaming. As the afternoon unfolded, the living room transformed into a magical realm. Teddy and Bunny, along with a cast of other stuffed friends, embarked on fantastical adventures. They sailed across the rug-turned-ocean in a cardboard box, battled fearsome dragons (represented by a crumpled sock), and rescued a damsel in distress (a particularly forlorn-looking stuffed cat).

In this moment, the weight on my shoulders feels a little lighter, and a glimmer of hope flickers within me. As we sit together, enjoying our pancakes and exchanging stories, the children’s inquisitive minds brim with questions and observations, while Julia and I do our best to keep up. “Ruby, did you know squirrels can climb trees really fast?” Tommy exclaims, his eyes wide with excitement. I chuckle and nod. “Absolutely! They’re amazing climbers, almost like little acrobats.” Tommy’s face lights up, and he continues eagerly, “And did you know they bury nuts in the ground for the winter? It’s like a treasure hunt!”

Roxy – 6 months later Watching my cubs who have now lost all their puppy-cub fur gurgling on the floor in our lounge is the most beautiful thing to see. They are enjoying the sun streaming through the floor to ceiling glass that surrounds our home. We have moved into the country not too far away from the small town where are folks are and it is like a slice of heaven.

When we're not working at the clinics, we typically volunteer to help homeless people and children in foster care. All of us bunnies in the gang were orphans. Our parents either abandoned us or were killed when we were young. Unfortunately, that's common in our species, unlike other shifters. That's how the Biker Bunnies were formed. The first leader wanted us to make our own family. We order some food, and just as it's being served, I hear a couple of bikes pulling up. That's not unusual at a biker bar, but my heart starts racing. My bunny, Tilly, starts hopping around in my head.

~Flashback, Lua Age 8~ "A puppy! What a cute puppy! He's white just like me! Mom is never going to let me keep you little guy. I'm definitely going to get a beating for even being out here. I think she'll even kill me for shifting. But I understand you better in wolf form and you only trust me in wolf form. You can be my brother! Yes I know youre a dog and I'm a wolf but we can play and have so much fun! I will teach you like mommy taught me. you can follow us from afar and I will sneak out every chance I get to take care of you. it's a boring life I know but if we have each other it won't be too bad. Now I just have to figure out how to teach you!"