Furry Novels & Stories

“Jasper—” “Back” I growled out instinctively as my Furs started to burst out along with my claws, growling deeply. Lyra stumbled against me but she didn't fight it, she trusted the reaction and that meant enough had happened this past weeks for her to realize that I wasn't joking. The face smiled as shadows moved between the shelves and the person on the other side leaned forward slightly with amusement on his face. “Woah” he said casually, lifting up his hands in surrender. “Easy there, I mean no harm. Really”

There, standing before them, was a magnificent creature known as the "Furion Panther." With its sleek, ebony fur and glistening emerald eyes, the Furion Panther was a sight to behold. The two friends exchanged awestruck glances, marveling at the beauty and majesty of the wild animal. It was a rare and elusive species, known for its agility and the aura of mystery that surrounded it. However, their wonder soon turned to unease as the Furion Panther regarded them with an intensity that sent shivers down their spines. The predator had sensed their presence and now regarded them as intruders in its domain.

Feli said before pouted her lips. Bryco chuckled. “Fine. She's so beautiful and kind but sometimes she has this attitude of having a mind that is away from her body.” “How about her fur? Is it thick? Is she a big wolf? Does she have long ang blade-like fangs?” His smile disappeared. His heart made fast beats after he heard his sister's questions. How could a human have fur and a fang that was sharp as a blade? “Hey, brother,” Feli said. “Feli, I have something to tell you. She's not like us. She's a human,” he said frankly.

We crawl on the ground until we are next to him, letting our body heat envelop him. After what seems like forever, Cory stands up on four legs and shakes his fur out. Well, not Cory, but Sylas. Sylas is as big as Aria, only surpassing her by maybe an inch. Where Aria has white fur with strands of gray, Cory has the most beautiful gray fur. I wonder if the strands of white are meant to complement our fur.

They'll be surprised. I observed them closely, noticing the resemblance to Devyn with their dark fur and large bodies. Their fur was an inky black, almost blending with the darkness around us. Unlike Devyn, their furs didn’t look they felt soft. They looked like touching them would stain your hands or even hurt you.

Reluctantly, Ares dropped the chunk of fur into my palm. “What is it, then? If it isn’t black?” Cendres cocked his head at me. I grinned. “It’s sable.” “And?” Cendres was being even slower than usual. Everyone ignored him again. “Are you sure?” asked Ares, snatching the fur back from me. “Hold it up to the light. It’s got brown undertones.” “Can someone please explain what this means,” Cendres groaned. “I don’t get it.”

Anne only replied to Jack's words with a glimpse of a smile. Out of Anne's expectation, when they arrived, it turned out that they were not alone. There were about twenty people there. Instead of feeling happy and safe, Anne felt scared and wanted to run away. The reason was because those people wore black robes with pointed hoods that almost covered half of their faces. From their posture, Anne could guess that they were men and women. Lighting torches were planted all around them. And the center of Anne's attention was a giant stone in the shape of an owl.

Long, slender arms extended from the darkness, ending in hands with elongated, razor-sharp fingers—claws ready to seize their prey. Across his body, thick, dark fur shifted as if alive, radiating an aura of dread and terror. A black hood covered his head, concealing any trace of a face or identity; only shadows danced beneath the fabric, revealing the absence of eyes, a mouth, or any human features.

Who was it? I closed my eyes and, just like that, I could see her. It was as if my mind had somehow made space for her, opening up and giving her the space she needed. Her fur was bright red, like leaves in fall. She had black paws and a white-tipped tail that swished happily from side to side. But it was those amber eyes that caught me by surprise. They sparkled with intelligence and mischief in a way that felt strangely familiar. But… It was a fox!

His drink contains some herbs that soothe and ease a wolf’s nerves and helps them relax, blended with some herbs that heighten their sensual side. The fox is not just any fox, which is partially why they are so hyperactive and flirtatious. They are a Kitsuné, which is extremely rare and never male. It is especially odd that this Kitsuné has a penis maybe that is why they have the hips, ass and chest of a female.