Furry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His body didn’t move though. Dear God, he has canines. She could see the sharper teeth at close range. Like a dog’s or maybe a vampire’s. She guessed it had probably been some kind of canine breed. It could account for the terrifying growl that erupted from the back of his throat that eerily resembled a vicious dog. She hesitated, afraid he’d snap at her with those sharp teeth if she got too close. “Easy,” she urged again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Her face was barely recognisable, all painted in ferrous containing gore, the liquid that piques the interest of many psycopaths to see it oozing out of their prey's supple skin, drop by drop, although disturbing for normies. 'Some lambs dare provoke a starving wolf!', a menacing voice creeped inside the lugs of the shivering figure trying to cower more against the surface of the cold iron. The eerie shadow lurking behind the shade of the lustrous candelebrum casted an image inside her dilated pupils.

She goes to the walk-in closet where her personal things are and chooses an outfit for her morning exercise. When she's all done and ready, there she walks out into the closet and as she opens the door there she saw a wild white furry creature in front of her. It has a tall of more than 8 feet that's why her room was a bit huge. Its white soft and white furry stands out in the black room she has, as the eyes of the mythical creature in front of her, were the left eye glowing from gold and her right eye glowing with crystallizing blue. She didn't even bother to notice the wolf's presence looking at her with a frown and worries. S

Felix went a long way in convincing Juicy that just because she was big didn't mean she couldn't be beautiful. As a result, she and Felix dressed better than anybody else in the entire school and she made sure that her hair was more stylish then any of the other girls. Sometimes he would steal outfits for her and sometimes she'd take them both shopping with money she made from doing hair. She learned everything that she knew about fashion from her homosexual best friend.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

That was a mystery I sort of did not want to get to the bottom to. Now I am Kendrick, the same old grumpy brown wolf with a quack howl. I had brown hair brown eyes, white skin, and man did I like white cotton briefs! They are perfect for what they have to do down there, keeping my 6.75” dick where it had to be.

Keondra stepped back in a low whine. She stood before the mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection that stared back. The glassy surface revealed a creature that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The fur was matted with blood, her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a piercing red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. Red saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a sticky thread that clung to the furry chin. Her gaze wandered down her body, taking in the thick, muscular limbs, the razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished bone.

I reply, grabbing his hand. He pulls me up into his room. I strip the layers of scarves, coats, and hats off. Why can't humans have fur? We're mammals too. Zander stares at my Christmas sweater. I forgot I put it on. Right my 'Grumpy Cat.' "Why are you wearing that?" He laughs.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

His fur was much shaggier. "What the f*** is that?" "That is Jax's berserker form and everything we know just got f***ed"