Human X Furry Novels & Stories

Even if Micheal had rushed after him to give him support as his Beta, Micheal was seriously wounded and his mate was now with him and tending to his wound. He changed back to his human form and took the shorts that the doctor handed to him and nodded his head in consent for her to get his wound treated. The wound on his chest was a deep gash from where a rogue wolf had clawed at him and he winced when the woman dabbed it with cotton wool to clean up the blood.

I thought of how he had looked, lying lifeless in an abandoned parking lot, beside Valerie, with two fang holes in his neck, and Valerie -- Valerie the girl I had met only once and fallen in love with. I had argued with the cops, tried to explain to them that the bite holes on their necks were not mere prank, that those were Vampire bite marks, but the cops had dismissed my claims as those of a distressed teenager. But being a Werewolf myself, and soon go be Alpha, I knew. I knew that humans shared the earth with more super human people than they could imagine, and just one of those set of people made it their lives goal to exterminate the human race.

The transformation was complete but not in a way I had envisioned. My skin was covered with uneven fur, a patchwork of human and wolf. My arms, from the elbows down, were covered in thick, snow white fur, my hands ending in sharp claws. My legs, from the knees down, were the same, transforming into powerful wolf limbs. The rest of my body remained human, a jarring contrast to the wolfish features that now dominated my form.

Shouts one of the men who was once playing the drum, and my eyes get even more attentive to see the limit of the madness that would reach the human mind. After five minutes, I don't know if it is me or them who are crazy, because I see everyone kneeling on the ground and imitating a posture characteristic of the canine species. And just when I think that the show cannot top everything I have seen so far, the Skyfallers' skin is changed to fur, their noses and mouths to muzzles, their human ears become pointed and also hairy. They no longer have hands or feet, only paws. "Are they wolves?! Wolf men... " escapes my lips as a result of the surprise that has blocked my thoughts.

When I heard a growl behind me, I doubled my fists and turned, but stopped short: it was Xander in his werewolf form. His wolf was dark gray and huge, almost as tall as me when he was on all fours. He nodded and pounced on another Outsider as I took down two more at the same time, ripping out one’s throat as I stomped on another’s chest, crushing his heart.

Hey June, do you think you have enough juice to keep as safe from those freaks? I can try but I do not think I can handle all of them alone. As the girls were discussing their options, Trevor began to twitch uncontrollably as his muscle span began to expand. guys? Madison said. I think something is wrong with Trevor. driver's body began to transform and sprouts white fur around it as his fingers began to generate sharp silver talents and his teeth became just as vicious. His appearance becoming more of a Wolf like composition ask he ready to face off against the crowd of harpies.

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.

She fought back another irritated growl, but this time she did turn to the man standing very close to her. This guy was taller than the last, more muscled, a goatee and an arrogant twist to his lips. His hair was equally as shaggy as the blonde’s, but a shade darker, somewhere between blond and brown. She let her gaze move slowly down his body. Thickly muscled arms, a broad, equally muscled chest. A noticeable bulge was outlined by his faded jeans. “No, you’re not my type,” she stated, her voice low and husky with need, but not for this mortal.

Only when Isabella found her release would he grant himself his own. The aroma created by their bodies rubbing together filled his nostrils and brought his movements to a more and more frantic pace. Had she still been human she would have perceived his movements as a mere blur, and the wildness with which he drove into her would have injured her delicate female flesh. But now she had no such limitations. She reacted to him in the same out of control way. Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need.

They barely entered the cell at all, just throwing the food through the door like we were animals in a cage. Which, to them, I suppose we were. Anton shifts. His bones crack and reshape, his body expanding as midnight-black fur erupts across his skin. Within seconds, Xavier stands before us—and my breath catches in my throat. I've seen Anton's wolf before, but it still stuns me every time.