Owl Fursuit Novels & Stories

She pulled to his side and ran her fingers through the smooth and shiny dark furs of his wolf. Surprisingly, she was worried about Finlay's silence. There was this comforting aura radiating in the atmosphere. "And then you use this opportunity to meditate and think through things, how you'll go about with the war." Ophelia put her head on him and sniffed through his fur that smelled of sandalwood and purely animal like he had been running in the wild.

ALPHA ASHA I led her to the entrance of the forest, where Helldog stood waiting for us. The old wolf had dressed for the occasion in a truly Helldog-esque way. He wore his usual leathers with an oversized yellow hoodie that he must have swiped off a human during his many late-night- haunts into the human world. His long gray hair was riddled with single braids ending in silver rings that made him look every bit the fearsome wolf he once was.

I can imagine they’re all gawping at his hotter than hot body. Orrin suddenly leaps into the air, shifts in a split second, and lands on all fours, the proud Alpha he is less than a second later. I instinctively take a step back – or rather, Asha does. We both see it, the huge wolf in front of us. I have never seen a wolf so big before! How can Orrin’s wolf stand so tall? He has to be at least eight feet on all fours. How is that possible? He has eyes of white, fur of charcoal, silver and white, and he has a black dipped tail and a body so strong, I imagine he could rip a bear to shreds all by himself.

When he stops, his form has completely changed. He is wearing a wolf pelt with the head as a hat. The brown fur of the animal creates a cloak down his back. There are necklaces made of animal teeth and bones around his neck. His skin is white with a gray undertone, like a ghost. He has tribal face paint that looks like it was burned into place centuries ago. His eyes are not human. They look like wolf's eyes. He holds out a hand with his fingers outstretched toward me. A long, nobbly staff grows out of his hand, making me backup half a step. My claws grow long and I feel my eyes turn darker. All my senses heighten as Justice tries to take in the scene.

he replied with a firm nod, his commitment to protect his pack unwavering. As the king and his companions prepared to depart, Xavier couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. The attire of his group struck him—a stark contrast to their own modern garments, their clothing fashioned from animal hides evoking a bygone era. As I observed the attire of the White wolves, my mind struggled to reconcile the stark contrast between their ancient garb and our modern clothing. The fabric they wore was not fabric at all, but rather animal skins, expertly crafted into garments that spoke of a bygone era. Each piece bore the raw, natural texture of its origin, with patterns and textures that

He could feel the energy of the forest flowing through him, nourishing his soul and strengthening his bond with Aragon. Owen left his human clothes behind, revealing his wolf form, majestic and imposing. His fur was deep black with silver streaks that glistened in the sunlight. His golden eyes, now reflecting the wisdom of an alpha wolf, looked at his pack mate with a grateful gaze before launching into a fast and powerful run.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

“We call it shifting, and sure.” He started unbuttoning his jeans. “Whoa! What are you doing?” I blurted out, horrified. “Our clothes don’t come with us. Can’t ruin every outfit. Turn around if you’re shy.” I turned away, cheeks burning. I could hear bones crack, the low whoosh of energy in the air. When I turned back around, a glossy black wolf stood where Oscar had been green eyes gleaming like emeralds. He was sleek, smaller than Tobi, but just as majestic.

Kaelen whispered from the doorway. ​He wore his formal regalia of black leather and silver-fox fur. His own hair had retained the snowy streak from his transformation into the White Wolf. He walked toward her, his movements possessing a new, predatory grace. He held a wooden box in his hands, carved from the heart of an ancient cedar tree.

When I could not bear the feeling anymore, I bolted up from my sitting position and went to the entrance, waiting for Odin. Odin returned soon with some thick fur and a bag filled with the right herbs. I followed him back into the cave and watched as he covered her with the fur. I watched quietly, and then he took out a wet piece and wiped away the clotted blood around her head. Her beautiful cream colour gradually returned, making my heart lurch and my wolf howl. The cave was warm now, and soon she began to perspire. I suddenly started to feel relief and happiness, but I stripped my face of everything that could give my feelings away.