Furries Book Novels & Stories

Reese ran the business as usual, directing the police and the ambulance, reporting to the guild, and grimacing when a news van showed up. In the meantime I got down on the body of the Candir. Just a cursory examination. A male, maybe half a year old. Not an abnormal mutation. This copy was like something out of a textbook. A cross between a golden retriever and a long-haired polar bear with ball joints and the ability to straighten up on its hind legs and strike with its paws when attacked.

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“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

Perhaps all that it contained was true. I walked in and took the old book which was now dusty. I brushed the dust away before carrying it to the table. I opened the crisp pages with care, which were now old and yellow. It sure seemed like an old book. The first page contained an old drawing of a wolf-like creature that looked exactly like David’s wolf. So I was right. David is a lycan.

Fru's mouth rounded in disbelief as the ink in the book rippled beneath her gaze, words liquefying into an emerald glow. "I want you stable right now" her mouth pursed with desperation as she tried to will the pulsing book between her hand to calm. "Oh gods, what the hell am I doing. Am I going crazy after all?" Fru's right hand rubbed her face, as the book glowed more fiercely, firm in its disobedience. Alive. Hungry. The courtyard melted away, swallowed by shadows and flame. Fru's eyes swerved overhead as she watched the leaves slow in motion. The scent of charred earth filled her nose, the air thick with heat.

Her fingers brushed over his black fur. "Fury! " Her lips were so dry they had split up in several places. But hearing her voice again sent shivers through my body, and I swear I heard Fury purr like a little kitten against her soft touch. A slight movement caught his eye, and he jumped around, the fur along his neck and back puffed up. Teeth bared, and a deep warning growl rumbled through the air. Fay! There was another Fay! Fury`s muscles tensed again. Hunched down and ready to attack. But Eir`s hand was buried down in his thick fur, and he gripped a full fist. Slightly tugging at us,

Scouring from left to right, reading the titles here and there as I go, I notice he has them split into 2 genres: informational books on several species, and fictional books. I look at the informational books first. He has several different books on all species. Lycans, wolves, bears, felines, small shifter species, witches, vampires, fairies, you name it. Considering I know squat about any other species than wolves and Lycans, this is an absolute treasure trove of information. How did he get all this? I grab the most interesting-looking book on fairies, witches and vampires, and place them on the desk. Those are the species that I am most interested in right now.

In stunning detail was an image of a werewolf, his monstrous member dangling between his legs as he jerked his load into the hungry mouth of a pair of women on the ground beneath him. "Wow." Mike inspected the outer cover, but there were no words on the book. Flipping through the pages, it was evident that the artist had a one track mind - werewolves fucking humans, werewolves fucking each other, and even an image of a werewolf fucking a unicorn. This last one made Mike laugh. The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it.

Lauren slowly walked to the cage and crouched before it. The animal had lustrous black fur and glowing green eyes. It was enormous–almost twice as big as some of the dogs in the neighbouring cages. It whimpered as it set Its eyes on Lauren and raised a paw, as though in recognition. It wasn't a dog, or even a wolf. It was a werewolf. Lauren stared in awe as the werewolf blinked it's beautiful green eyes and looked at her sadly. "Hello," she whispered. "How did you get here?"

Hades set the sleeping bundle in a huge armchair and began to unwrap him. "Hey, pretty baby. I'm going to head out and get us a few things. Can you just stay here for me? Maybe take a bath if you want. There's a bookshelf over there if-- Oh. you probably don't know how to read." Hades grabbed both of his ears in frustration. "Sorry, is that offensive to assume?" The no-fur opened his omega heat-colored pink eyes and held out a hand to touch the tom's face. "I would have loved to learn to read but no, it's not something no-furs are usually taught. I can do numbers though, which is rare."