Kurama Human Form Novels & Stories

Cheyenne squealed at the sensation of his warm breath against her neck. She wanted to run her fingers through his fur and so she did. She ran her fingers through his soft yet slightly corse gray fur. She smiled at the feeling of him against her hand. Cheyenne could tell Skylar enjoyed it just as much. She loved wolves. Skylar in this form didn’t scare her. She could get close to him without feeling like he would hurt her. Of course she knew Skylar the human wouldn’t hurt her but she trusted Skylar the wolf just as much.

Ulaya refused, because she knew they were gonna try to mate her human form and she just couldn't go that far. 'You are our mate little lady.....human or not, we should be able to fuck you in this form or the other . We'll turn halfway, into our lycan form which is a standing wolf that still have all the characteristics of a wolf. Our cock will be larger than it is in this state and we wanna make sure we fill you up as full as we can get you. When we knot inside you.....baby you'll feel it better with us in this form than in our human. Bet you'll scream for me when we lock together." Odin spoke, dragging his long wide tongue over her hard nipples under the thin lacy bra.

The two wolves froze, while still breathing heavily. Callum’s red eyes moved to me, I could see a different emotion in his eyes, I couldn’t tell if it was regret, shame, or maybe something else, he slowly shifted back, his human form reappearing, his shirt was torn, blood was slowly pouring out from his shoulder and muzzle, staining his shirt. Konan also shifted back, his silver-grey fur slowly disappearing and, his skin reappearing, he had a cut just above his eye which he was bleeding freely from, and another on his arm.

I said coughing . “ It’s to hide our human scent so the wolves don’t pick it up…Apparently we smell like one of them now “ She giggled but I didn’t find it funny . “ Are you kidding me right now ? Is this a joke ? Please tell me it’s a prank and we can go home …”

Today, she needed to let off steam. She stood still, watching Luke shift first, his body unfurling into something bigger and more feral. He was already tall in his human form, but now he loomed over her at nearly seven feet. His eyes, now the shape of a cat's, were sharp and knowing, made brighter against the blue-silver fur spreading across his face, into the disarming cat ears sprouting on the top of his head. He looked like a Chartreux cat if a Chartreux cat had been sculpted into something more fearsome and lethal.

Rather, his gaze carried something close to fascination. Ignoring his sister's outburst and Ian's icy expression, he walked straight toward me. "The ears of a Cornish Rex and the coloring of a Devon Rex," he murmured while sounding like a meticulous scholar studying a rare specimen. "Hang on, this pink-and-white shade. Is this some kind of genetic mutation?" He stopped in front of me and leaned forward slightly. There was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Hello. Are your ears props?" he asked politely. "If so, could you tell me where you had them made? The craftsmanship is incredibly realistic."

And unless KuLaa could calm Kurt down and get him to turn back to human, he would die. KuLaa worriedly hurried over to Kurt, who was sprawled on the ground in his wolf form, howling in pain while using his fore paws to hold his head. His eyes were still bloody red and filled with hatred. When he saw Kulaa again, he wanted to attack, even though his head felt like it would explode anytime. Kulaa was able to avoid the sharp paws and knelt beside him. She laced her voice with some soothing magic and directed it into his ears. She started cooing to him and asking him to let her help him. At first, it felt like it wouldn't work, but gradually, he quieted down and started turning back to a human.

The air crackled with electric energy as the wolves, one by one, began to shift back into their human forms, shedding their animalistic facade. The first to undergo the metamorphosis was a tall figure with a powerful presence. Muscles rippled beneath the fur as they receded, revealing a man of strength and determination. His features softened, his snout elongating into a defined jawline, and his ears blending seamlessly into his head. Fur retreated, replaced by tanned skin, as his limbs stretched and contorted into a human form. Within moments, Vincent's father stood before them, his piercing gaze filled with wisdom and resolve.

He said, reading the minds of each one of them. His fur retracted into his body, and the saliva dripping down his mouth slowly disappeared. His canines went to human size, and so did the rest of his body. And there he stood in human form. No one knew who he was for the first few seconds until a Luna jumped forward in front of him, her tail wagging from side to side. They saw him more clearly now and looked at the Luna morphing back into her human form at his feet. She jumped up and hugged him, not caring that she was stark naked.

Trying not to dwell, he ventured, "So, apart from the shifting and the hierarchy, are we just normal humans?" Carla's eyes sparkled with amusement as she continued the exchange. "Ah, back to the basics, I see." She smiled, her demeanor a blend of warmth and mischief. "The answer is both yes and no. Our basic human composition aligns with regular humans, but our senses are heightened, both in human and animal form." Leaning in conspiratorially, Carla elaborated, "In human form, you can often distinguish ranks by sheer size – Alphas being on the larger side, like they're on steroids. I'm sure you noticed." A fleeting memory of the imposing Alpha bear crossed John's mind.