Hot Furries Novels & Stories

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.

Only that they were not a fan of him and his ways, which were quite barbaric and that I had to admit. “So, this is it, huh? Nothing else in the Black Forest?” I wished to confirm it to him. He looked up. There, I saw his fellow Furezos up in the trees, slowly emerging at looking at us with contempt. They emitted dangerous auras, which I didn’t take for granted. After all, there were too many of them around here. It was their territory. It was like the trees bore them like fruits, not counting the ones who stayed in their respective dwellings on the ground who also slowly emerged like the ones who were up in the trees. If my sight was poor, I couldn’t see them because of their blackness. I mu

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.

Joshua Fury pov My dad is pissed at me again it seems as I stare at Claire my human mate. Yes a fucking human in my pack isn't exactly safe. Claire is tiny like Aunt May and my mom both look sad I'm doubting the mate bond. Why you ask? Simple she is human a weak , tiny but sweet human and I got enemies out the ass pissed because me Joshua Fury has a ultimate wolf like my dad does. Fury is his wolf's name and the pack is named after him.

Lucien stiffened, “My lord—” “You will not touch her... “ I said evenly, “.... You will not hunt her, and you will not think... Of claiming her power... “ My gaze locked onto his, “... Anything concerning the girl is mine to decide” Lucien bowed his head immediately, “As you command my lord”. The forest then shifted, I scented it, rotting hunger, madness in disguise. *Ferals* Seven of them. “They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow.

—mutants with pale skin, extra limbs, or reflective eyes—were checking weapons that looked like they were scavenged from a dumpster behind a DARPA facility. "The Furry Ones?" Grog asked, taking a bite of the cream puff. "My scouts smell them. Wet dog. Expensive leather. Very rude scent." "They're coming through the main drainage outflow," Jack said. "Valerius sent his vanguard. These aren't just wolves, Grog. They're purebloods. Fast, strong, and they heal instantly." Grog grunted, wiping cream from his chin. He walked over to a large, rusted wheel valve on the wall. "Strong heals. Fast runs. But can they swim in... the Soup?"

It was a witch's curse. To the west, Blacktail Growlers were a fierce pack of shifters. They were known to growl rather then to howl. Because they rather stay alone then join hands with anyone. And, to the east Everfur Howlers were strong hunters. They were a journey to take. But delightful people when around. They were the peace between the four packs. Because, the pack was strong and untouchable. Thieves at charisma.-

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.

Outside, another deep animal sound echoes through the trees. I freeze. Every hair on my arms rises, that was not human. Nothing about this is human. My chest tightens painfully as reality starts trying to rearrange itself inside my brain. All the weirdness from the last few days crashes together at once like puzzle pieces finally snapping into place. The growling, the scent thing, the biting kids, the teeth, the fucking ears. “Oh my God,” I whisper hoarsely. “They’re actual furries.” I grab my boots off the floor and spin toward the door, fully prepared to flee this woodland psychosexual nightmare barefoot if necessary.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"