Human X Furry Novels & Stories

Xandercs chuckled. "Why?" His gaze stubbornly remained fixed on Dwayne. "Afraid I'll hurt him?" My hands balled into fists. "Don't test me," I growled menacingly. He finally looked at me. "After I kill you, I'll deal with the boy right away." A dangerous smirk spread across my face. "Not if you make it out alive," I retorted sharply. Just then, the bell rang, and the fight began. Xandercs transformed first. His body shifted violently, his muscles swelling as brown fur spread across his arms, shoulders, and neck. His ears sharpened, his teeth lengthened, and his nails curved into claws. His eyes glowed an unnatural blue.

Several brown furry creatures standing on four legs with their eyes as red as the pool of blood when I heard multiple growling from my direction, I looked back and noticed that we were surrounded by rogues, not just ordinary ones, the ones looking famished for years and the way they were staring at me, I knew I was a living sacrifice. “What an effrontery, what manner of audacity for you to break into my white-themed mansion looking like that, You all dared to enter my mansion with such dirty paws and stinky furs? There is surely going to be a bloodbath.” Xander growled, his voice became deeper and something feral, it sounded like the voice that torments us at night. “Hand over the girl and w

There was a gush of air as warm fur passed around my body and a wet nose pressed against my left hand. "You're here as a wolf? There is a sitting area with a rug we can go there and wait till we awake." There was a grab of my wrist as I went to lead him there. "I can be both a wolf and a humanoid. Though yes just now I was a wolf." I brought us to the rug and sat us down on it. "Why us the word humanoid?" I kept his hand in mine. "Trax is a hybrid after all. I'm not fully vampire as I'm not fully werewolf." He seemed to just state it as a fact.

It wasn’t a child. The creature lay sprawled in the snow, its limbs too long, joints bent backward. A hybrid, but unlike any we’d seen—its face was disturbingly human, eyes wide and blue, lips parted in a silent plea. But its body… Ribs jutted through papery skin, fused with wolf fur that sprouted in mangled clumps. It reached for us, fingers ending in broken claws, and gurgled something that sounded like “help.” Silas reloaded.

I looked to Jordan. "What do you say, Jordan. 50/50 split? I questioned. He shifted into his hybrid state and a few of the men started backing away in fear. Our hybrid states are similar to Lycans, but our fangs are longer. Our wolves are black, and our eyes are blood red. Our fur has a black steam that envelops us, making us a wolf's nightmare.

THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK OF THEIR HUMAN, THERE HAS BEEN A TIMESKIP. "Grrrr..." I stared at the bloodied beast in front of me, its canines glistening under the moonlight as it stared at me with a hungry expression. His eyes were a dull golden tone, resembling a bar of gold I had worked with a few months ago, when I still lived on earth. His black fur had patches of his dried blood on it, some sticking his shiny coat together and making his fur lumpy. The lycan gave me a loud bark, and he sprinted towards me.

It's what. The thing that grabbed me is a hybrid of some kind. Humanoid with human hands, but with the face of a Rogue, complete with red eyes and fangs. Its body is covered in patchy fur. Its feet are still shaped like a Rogue's paw. It's looking at me, but I don't feel any kind of comprehension or intelligence behind its gaze. It just looks like a science experiment gone wrong.

The utter lack of a reaction from the Supreme Alpha was the most terrifying thing Xavier had ever seen. Knowing his life was completely forfeit, and driven by the frantic desperation of a cornered animal, Xavier did not beg for mercy. He chose to fight. With a loud, guttural roar, Xavier’s body violently expanded. The fabric of his expensive tailored suit ripped to shreds as thick, dark brown fur erupted from his skin. His bones popped and cracked loudly, shifting his human frame into a massive, heavily muscled four-hundred-pound wolf in a fraction of a second.

—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?"

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