Human X Furry Novels & Stories

I don’t know if Xavier is controlling his wolf or if he is truly conflicted about choosing a mate. “I am not interested in men; I like women; there are big boobs and asses; their wet pussycats are what I crave,” Xavier replied with a mischievous grin, sending a shiver down my spine. “But there’s something about you, Henry, that I can’t seem to resist. Maybe it’s our mate bond, or maybe it’s just the taboo fact of a relationship that excites me.” Xavier’s words sent a wave of confusion through me, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected attraction between us.

Alessia's POV We were all speechless. All our eyes are on the creature in front of us. It's also strangely similar to Faris who doesn't look like a whole person. He has long black hair. His ears are similar to a dog placed on top of his head, but his face is so human—but unearthly beautiful. His eyes are golden. His body is naked but is covered with lush hair from his waist down. It's like pants made of fur. His body is so ripped. His fingers are long and slim with sharp nails. He's a perfect definition of a human beast.

Fur erupted across his skin, dark and sleek with hints of silver that caught the light. When the transformation was complete, Xander’s wolf stood before me, massive and powerful. His thick coat gleamed like polished obsidian, and his piercing amber eyes were even more striking in this form. There was something both intimidating and mesmerizing about him, a raw power that demanded respect. “Wow,” I breathed, unable to look away. “You’re incredible.”

I'm really scared now, because he looks completely out of control, like he's going into a red rage. His eyes go fully amber. Thick hair sprouts on his flat cheeks. The hair on his forearms grows thicker too, spreading up to his biceps. My mouth hangs open, my eyes blown wide. He opens his mouth and reveals a set of fangs—fangs! I slap my mouth shut to muffle a scream. Jaxon's turning. He's turning—but not fully—all hairy and deformed. That's exactly what he looks like right now… like a fusion of man and beast.

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.

The two werewolves came at them, and at the same time, another werewolf joined the battle out of nowhere. This one was huge, at least three times bigger than the others, with velvety black fur and a white fur patch over one eye in the shape of a half-moon. Xenia felt relief when it attacked the other wolves, giving her time to focus on her father, who was holding himself up by his axe. She took a cloth and tried to apply it to his wound, but it was too big. She could tell he was in pain, but his face never showed it. Instead, he smiled at her. "You are the bravest and most stubborn little lady I know, Xeni, and I couldn't be prouder."

Most of the warriors from earlier are here along with uncle Zander and a few others. As the fighting unfold before me i noted these rogues didn't fight as reckless as the ones before, they fought with purpose, like they had a plan. Not all of them had shifted some stuck to there human forms but something was off. They smelt different, i know they were werewolves but they didn't completely smell like one it was half wolf half something else. I didn't know what it was but whatever part they had it made them strong, way stronger than normal rogues. There blood lust is astronomical and their strength even more so. The ones that shifted had some kind of black goo dripping from their mouth, it was

It seemed to make sense that they were a mistake or manipulation by power-mad gods. "Because many of the original no-furs were from across the ocean," Purl kept going. "They were shapeshifting bunnies, the omegas from the Hare race, who came to the toms to help them heal and repopulate. Many of the no-furs have regained their original forms as Hares. Some are toms now, but they are not the majority." "Oh MY GODS!" Guru's voice preceded his actual presence. "Look at your fluffy wittle tail."

CHAPTER 28 FINN A steady thump underneath me had me flashing open my eyes. Everything was blurry for a minute before everything became clear in an instance. The first thing my eyes caught onto was Xavier. He was different but I knew it was him. His whole body was covered with fur; his hands elongated into wicked looking claws. He swung one clawed hand against one of the creature’s tentacle, black liquid dripping onto the floor. Pain raced through me as I tried to stand to my feet. I had to do something, I couldn’t just seat and wait for Xavier to defeat the creature all on his own.

They each gave us a brief story of how they lived before coming to the Brightwater Pack, and they were all touching. The first wolf, Gasper, was only 17 years old. He was separated from the pack and his family when he was just a baby, and was raised by humans in Britain. It was quite obvious since he had a thick British accent. He said he always knew he was different, having heightened senses and great anger issues. Even though he didn't know it yet, his wolf was working even before he became alive in him.