Futa Pyra Novels & Stories

“Now, tell me who you are.” Her back straightened as she stared deep into Esra’s familiar eyes, the fear in her bones fading. “I—I… I am Pyra Blackwood.” Esra’s smile widened, her crimson eyes glinting with approval. The mist around them pulsed, swirling faster as if echoing Rhaella’s newfound resolve. It shifted, the large crimson moon hanging from above.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

‘She is meeting the Beta and Luna from Red Fang’ I burst out laughing at this, wow she really is a cunt. ‘Keep as close as possible, try to listen if you can,’ I say before taking off again, my paws hitting the dirt as I run the line. I knew she was twisted but to go to the enemy, she must really want to get rid of Enyo. Wait, is her mate from Red fang? This is messed up, I really hope Clay and Luna are home soon, this shit is crazy. ‘That’s them left now, Beta, but Talia just left and went into a black SUV that was waiting outside the bar. We couldn’t see in the car, the windows were tinted’ I can hear the annoyance in his voice.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

“Name, Kuro. Species, Shishilian dog. Sex, male. Symptoms, Paralysis due to dull attack on the head and one broken foot. Suggestions, euthanize.” Darrion’s eyes immediately sharpened. “What?” - Rita stared at the pink dragonfly on Yuta’s thigh and Shoru in Jai’s arms. She felt slightly jealous of the two having the affections from these humans. She also wanted to be held. But Ruta wasn’t here. She puffed her throat and chirped a few times. Feeling quite weirded out by Rita’s sudden talkativeness, Yuta turned his attention to her. “Rita-chan? What is it?”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Lyra My father is a respected husband and father, a model citizen, a role model to the youth, and a revered elder of our pack. Yet from the first day I was born, he wanted me dead. I thought getting married to Alpha Damian was going to protect me from him, but his long hands of hatred still reached me there. And now, because of him, my husband wants me dead. My name is Elyra Forte and I am on the run. My breath came in ragged gasps, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. The weight of my pregnancy slowed me down, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t risk being caught—not now, not ever.

Now, we waited. Zaphyr sat tall on his throne. He wore a simple black coat lined with white fur, his expression unreadable as his eyes flicked between us. Lucy stood beside him, unmoving. There was a long silence, stretching the tension in the room. Finally, Zaphyr spoke. “My answer is no.” My brows pinched. “Excuse me?” “You asked for more warriors beyond the two hundred already dispatched. I said no,” he repeated, voice smooth and final. “You’ll use what you already have.”