Long Furby Novels & Stories

I glance back and see several warriors joining us, their eyes alert, protective. “Alpha said a few extra warriors should escort us back. Just in case.” Fury gives me a small grin and shrugs off his jacket. “Now be reasonable and climb on—” He stops when I don’t move. I just stand there watching him as he shifts. Bones crack, limbs stretch, and within seconds, Fury’s wolf stands before me—thick, dark grey fur, almost black, with kind, familiar eyes. He wiggles his tail slightly, motioning me forward.

My heart was pounding like crazy. "Meow~~~" came a soft little cry out of nowhere. In the corner by the headboard, a tiny furball was curled up, clearly startled by the light-a round face, big wide eyes, a pink little nose, stubby legs, golden fur on its back, and fluffy white fur from neck to belly. Too cute! I was instantly hooked. Dropped my "weapon" right away and crouched down, waving gently and cooing, "Hey, baby, come here, don't be scared... come on..."

"I made this from my own fur! It can protect you!" To others, that small coat emitted ghost cub resentment energy. The silver-white fur was filled with the wails of countless suffering souls, and every stitch contained the despair of a cub's tragic death. But in my eyes, this was just a thoughtful gift from my daughter. 【Ghost cub's life-fur! Wearing it grants immunity to most mental attacks!】 【This is definitely an SS-grade defensive item!】 【Does she even realize how terrifying a thing this is?!】 Touched, I accepted the coat and immediately put it on. "It fits perfectly. Thank you, sweetheart."

It was a **Wolf**. But it was wrong. Its fur was a sterile, bleached white, and its eyes weren't yellow or brown. They were the cold, flickering blue of a **Computer Screen**. It moved with a jittery, unnatural speed, its paws leaving trails of "Grey Static" in the dirt. "A 'Legacy-Bot'," Silas whispered, standing up and reaching for his blades. "The System is trying to 'Auto-Fill' the empty Alpha slot with a 'Default-Setting'."

It felt good to focus on something positive, even if it was just for a little while. Then, I spotted a display of plush toys and couldn’t resist walking over. There were stuffed animals of all kinds—bears, bunnies, and even mythical creatures like unicorns and dragons. One plush toy in particular caught my eye. It was a fluffy gray wolf with bright, friendly eyes and a little blue ribbon tied around its neck. I reached out and picked it up, squeezing it gently. The softness was comforting, and I found myself smiling without even realizing it. “That one’s really popular,” the red-haired attendant said as she walked by. “We just got them in last week. Super soft, right?”

"Elara, right now we have to get him out of here." Still, I am unable to move. I am not able to think. Finn sees something distinct, hence something is unique. He is not in an unconscious state. He is beaming. He murmurs then, voice too low for anybody else to hear. You would come for me, I knew. And the earth pauses. For what purpose does that imply? I cannot breathe. My heart leaps and my head whirls. Finn, grinning, was on the ground blood seeping through his clothing. And the words he murmurs seem illogical.

Fur began sprouting out from her body and soon she was covered in a luscious and sheeny mane from head to toe, safe for her eyes which had now become a golden brown color. If any of her enemies like Blaire ever found out about this, they would ridicule her to scorn. Maybe it will become easier with time. She just had to train herself more. With a bit of difficulty due to the muscle strain and her getting used to her new body, she pushed herself on her feet - or paws.

That was a mystery I sort of did not want to get to the bottom to. Now I am Kendrick, the same old grumpy brown wolf with a quack howl. I had brown hair brown eyes, white skin, and man did I like white cotton briefs! They are perfect for what they have to do down there, keeping my 6.75” dick where it had to be.

He sat on a fallen log at the tree line, back against a thick oak, trying to look more experienced than he felt. Finn was still new to this life. He had joined Ronan’s personal guard only six months ago, eager and wide-eyed, full of stories about proving himself to the pack. At seventeen he was barely more than a pup by werewolf standards, lanky with messy brown hair and bright amber eyes that hadn’t yet lost their innocence. He fiddled with a small knife, carving idle patterns into a stick to pass the time. A rustle sounded behind him in the underbrush. Finn’s head snapped up. In one smooth motion he was on his feet, knife gripped tight, teeth bared in a low snarl as he spun around. His hea

These two children are quite lonely, no matter how much they try to communicate, none of them understand what they are saying, even the mother who gave birth to them. It's been ten months since Anindira gave birth. Now Anindira's children are no longer in a basket, they are quite large. Like local cats in general, the apartment where Anindira lives also doesn't prohibit keeping animals. That's why they are free to go in and out. What's more, Arwan and Farrel are known to be very docile and not dirty (in the case of animals). Arwan and Farrell's faces are now more clearly visible. They are similar to a Siberian Husky-type dog with almost all maroon fur with a little white fur on the face, che