Furries Mga Nobela at Kwento

And if it's not it, the one who wrote this must have been trolling. Zinnia racked her brain and felt a little uncomfortable after some bits of blurry images flashed in her head. Some scenes were about some kind of human shifting, its body curled up into a ball then suddenly fur started growing from its flawless skin then the ones flawless and human-like structure became somewhat like a dog, no it was a wolf. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she squinted in pain and groaned after the blurry images suddenly rushed as if they were some kind of film on its ten times playback speed.

"I've never owned a pet before." "Why not? They're so cute and friendly." "I'm not a fan of fur. On animals or clothes." "Allergic?" "More like intolerance?" I chuckled. "It kind of grosses me out." she laughed. "Don't tell me that you're scared of dogs." "I'm not scared of them. Okay, big dogs freak me out but fur is gross no matter the size of the dog or animal." "Animals have beautiful coats. If you don't mind me asking, why do you feel so digusted by fur?"

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!

"Oh she wasn't a friend. But either way I am a warrior I fight, I kill, I enjoy it . But I don't kill innocents for pleasure. Only the scum of the world would do such things." As the group continued on down their path it really began to sink in for Christopher, although this was the same planet, down here it was a completely different world. Feral looking beasts stalked them from the shadows as if sizing the group up, but seem to whimper recognizing an Alpha Predator and would back away. There were also cute little animals that looked similar to a Red Panda but the fur was black with a hint of blue interweaved in with the black, and white fur. The edges of it's ears glowing in the darkness,

I say to Frank as Alia and I walk over and stand next to the others. "Shut up cousin, because when I'm done kicking his ass you're next." Frank points over at me before they both shift into their huge grey wolves. Freddy, Frank, and Fin all have grey wolves. Freddy wolf is a darker grey than Frank's and Fin wolf is an ashy grey.

I glance back and see several warriors joining us, their eyes alert, protective. “Alpha said a few extra warriors should escort us back. Just in case.” Fury gives me a small grin and shrugs off his jacket. “Now be reasonable and climb on—” He stops when I don’t move. I just stand there watching him as he shifts. Bones crack, limbs stretch, and within seconds, Fury’s wolf stands before me—thick, dark grey fur, almost black, with kind, familiar eyes. He wiggles his tail slightly, motioning me forward.

Today was going to be a good day, I was going to meet Janice my ex-neighbour for sex and because she was a breeder, she would fuck me without asking me why. It had started a month ago when a strange man had approached me explained that Janice was the once in a thousand years wolf called STEALER! A type of werewolf that can actually fuck with any body without mates or not.

Atticus grunted "What in the absolute hell is going on here?" Talia sighed "Well, it's a very long story but the short of it is... Looks like you're a wolf...." and my mate she finished in her mind. Her eyes were gliding over his fur coloration. He really looked like an angry storm cloud, flashes of yellow lightening and all. Atticus shook his head "How the hell am I a wolf? How does this happen? I thought this shit only happened in BOOKS!" Talia chuckled. "I can tell you're restless, I'll answer your questions but first I think you might want to burn off some of that energy. I can see it nearly rippling under your fur."

They grabbed me, dragging me away from the crowd as laughter and jeers followed and my cries for help went unanswered. They didn’t stop until the village lights faded and the trees swallowed us before shoving me to the ground. “Run, whore.” Marissa’s voice slithered through the trees, smooth and poisonous. She tilted her head, lips curling into a sneer. “Run if you don’t want to be torn into shreds.” A sound split the night—horrific, unnatural. Snap. Another. My stomach lurched as the two girls around her convulsed, their bodies cracking, twisting, stretching. Bones snapped like branches, skin rippling, tearing. Fur burst through, teeth lengthening, claws gouging the earth. Their snarls rose

I do have Aisha but if she ever visited me here she’d end up in prison for attempting to murder the pack’s medic alpha. I could speak to Ryan but I don’t think I ever want to discuss any of things unless I’m talking to a fucking therapist. My eyes shot a glance towards the window, and my jaw dropped. They still have it. The Fushi Festival. Fushi is still the pack mascot. It’s like a giant sushi roll. Our pack originally belonged to a clan of wolves from East Asia. But they were in foreign lands, and while they adapted and made changes to not seem strange, they wanted to keep some things fun and light.