Furries Book の小説・ストーリー

He snarled while he immediately shifted forms. Mr Jones Vones laughed. "Oh that's what happened. I was beginning to wonder why you guys were a little too quiet. Well, that's nice. Having some bonding time before you both die by my hands. I like that. I wish I had a sibling to do that with. Sounds fun. Now, which of you would like to die first?" He said as he shifted forms too. His entire body was now covered in fur as he grew in height. His toes and fingers turned to paws. Mr Jones Vones had now gone full wolf as his yellow eyes stared at Damian.

His eyes traveled down my body and he snickered. "Nice outfit," he laughed. "I could take it all off and prance about in the nude. Werewolves have little modesty, and Lycans have even less. Maybe Faelon would enjoy me prancing around bare," I growled sourly. Lucian grunted, "In hell, demons are always nude due to the heat. I highly doubt that your nudity would phase him." "Perhaps I should check?" I questioned sourly and started to remove my knots. Lucian's clawed hand grabbed mine and he shook his head. Pleased with his reaction I turned and continued walking. I could hear him stomping after me.

PERCY Something seemed a bit off with the party. Usually at parties, I was calm and relaxed, but my wolf seemed to be telling me something, my wolf seemed to be on the alert, like there was a potential battle ahead although I did not sense any Vampires. Relegating my more canine nature to the background, I focused on the present. A few people seemed genuinely happy to see me, I had been away from much human contact for a while. The rest of the people seemed only happy I had shown up, and so they did not waste their best appearance.

Another was about a female wolf worried about being far too furry and thought no boy would like her. Many of the books were quite silly. I picked up another one. It was old and worn out, but also looked like it hadn’t been touched in years and years, maybe because one touch would render it to dust. It was on old parchment paper and was not of this century. Feeling the weight of the book, I could tell a few pages were already missing, but also that this story was much, much different to all the other folk tales. Scanning it, I became entranced by the hand-drawn images of a beautiful female werewolf. The words were faded, pages that were still there were ripped and stained. Luckily, I could ma

CHAPTER 33 •••••Aurora's POV••••• I watched in awe at little wolves of different colours. Some have brown, grey,white and black fur. I so badly want to hold and play with them. Watching their fur my mind drifted back to the time when I touched that Lycan's soft silky fur. "Will the kids furr also feel like that?" i wondered. My palms were itching to hold these adorable kids in my arms.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

Although lycans do have golden eyes, but theirs looked more yellow than gold, these ones looked like they were touched my the sun themselves and seemed to glow, its fur seemed to be just as white as snow as well as the other image of the mysterious man, his eyes too tell a different story that wasn't told. I couldn't stop pacing, I wanted to find answers but this only raised more questions—why would a thousand year old story have a wolf so similar to the one I saw? I didn't know how long Cordelia’s story was, I didn't even know if her story was true and this wasn't a fantasy book, I didn't know anything. I grabbed the book from my bed and turned it around to find the name of the author but t

His loud voice attracted a crowd. Andrew put on a sad look for the people. “Let’s hear from everyone. Was it wrong for my baby girl to play with his son? “But the guy turned around and slashed my baby. Talk about cruel.” The crowd looked at me in disapproval. “For a guy to carry a kitchen knife around the neighborhood, I hope he doesn’t have anger issues or something.” “If your kid is so fragile, don’t let him out of the house.” “That Doberman is a rare pedigree. It must be worth more than a hundred thousand bucks.”

She laughed, running her fingers over my arms that I had absentmindedly snaked around her and squeezed like a python protecting its babies. "Or killing its enemies!" Furry pondered like me, his mind whirling with ideas on how I would make these bastards suffer, despite Aurora's request for mercy!

I murmured, gathering my things. At Row D, I ran my fingers across worn spines: Lycanthropy and Legends, Moon-bound, The Silver Curse. My pulse quickened as I pulled a heavy volume free. I whispered to myself, “Could I really…?” “Could you really what?” a voice came from behind me. I spun to see Fiona standing there, arms folded, a curious smile on her face. “Fiona! You scared me.” “Sorry.” She peered at the book in my hand. “Werewolves? That’s… unexpected. Planning a Halloween prank?”