Furries Book Novels & Stories

No, more like bones. I turn sharply back to the wolf and to my horror, it's body is contorting in the most disturbing way. Giant paws turn to human hands and black fur begins to give way to smooth bronze skin. "I'm sorry, let me just –" it speaks, as it continues to contort. I'm seconds away from pissing my pants as my body once again, has chosen to freeze instead of getting the fuck out of here. There's one final snap of a bone and a sigh of relief escapes his throat.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

It was not white, it was not brown, it was a sort of lizard shade of green that bubbled and foamed like a sinister concoction from the confines of hell itself. With vampire juices in both of her openings, Marcy was charged with energy she had never felt in her entire life. She moaned in sexual frustration wanting to filled again and again. Lafitte signaled his female children to clean the woman off and remove her restraints. When Marcy stood up, he could see she had a most desirable figure and he decided on the spot to make her a featured member of his brood. She certainly had the stamina and the inclination for unfettered depravity.

They ganged up on him… The wolf was howling with glee and pride, knowing that his females weren’t just beautiful and sexy, but clever and cunning as well. He nipped at them both, being extra tentative and careful with Ashley, although she didn’t return the favor. Hell, the woman could be a pro wrestler as she pulled him to the ground. He righted himself and stood over her, rubbing his huge body against hers. She stroked his fur and the damned beast purred like a damn cat when her hands were on him.

“Without you, I thought…” “I know. I felt it too.” I press my lips to her hair. “I’m sorry.” “It doesn’t matter now. We’re together.” We walk through the gardens, and I tell her what comes next — weekend visits, Silver Ridge, and after two years, a proper mating ceremony in front of both packs. “I want pups,” she says suddenly. “Someday.” My wolf howls. “More than okay.” She smiles. … The claiming ceremony is three nights later, under the full moon, on neutral ground.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

I watched my movements with eyes so dark they reminded me of the sun in those science picture books. The issue my aunt, grandma, cousins, and everyone else in my family had was my skin. According to them, members of the royal family preferred to take women with high-toned flesh. No matter what they did or how much they tried to tan my skin to a darker shade, something in me always rejected the change. So they had no choice but to accept that it would always be a pale colour. "Don't be foolish." Her slim hands attached a small emerald earring into my right earlobe. "Lycans don't go back on their word."

"Not much," I replied with a frown. Tyler hovered over the books. One was an ancient leather-bound volume, its pages yellowed with age and filled with hand-drawn illustrations. The text either appeared to be printed somehow, or handwritten by someone with more patience and consistency than I could ever hope to possess. It was titled A History of Lycanthropy, and it detailed some notable packs, wars and werewolf related incidents of the past.

"Eurydice, the creature you and Alcides encountered in the woods, the Furion Panther, is no ordinary beast. It is a cursed creature with a history of darkness and misfortune." Eurydice, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity, listened intently as Corvus continued. "The Furion Panther was once a majestic and noble creature, known for its beauty and grace. But it fell victim to a dark curse, one that twisted it into a creature of malevolence and rage." Corvus explained that the Furion Panther's curse was the result of a tragic event, one that had cast a shadow over its existence. He revealed the creature's history, a tale of betrayal and suffering that had led it down a path of

Pearl wanted so much to punch. And just like that, Pearl’s curiosity was doused with cold water by his ridiculous cockiness. "Not curious at all. If you’ll remember, you’re the one without magical furs." She slipped out of his hands and opened the door. "Everyone knows werewolves are praised for their furs. The magical furs signal an alpha, a protector, and a truly prized beast. You’re… an asshole. What does that signal?" His brows lowered over his pretty eyes. Just as she was about to walk out, Finn finally speaks.