Owl Fursuit Novels & Stories

Still, I couldn't find Riri. Looking around, my breath was stolen from me when not one but three people transformed into their wolf forms, creating the sound of bones cracking and fur sprouting from their skin. The sight was both terrifying and mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but stare in awe as the transformation took place before my very eyes. Another brown wolf came out of the bushes. It was a striking specimen, with a sleek and muscular body that spoke to its strength and agility. It stood about 3 feet tall at the shoulder, and its fur was a deep shade of brown that shone in the sunlight. Its eyes were a piercing yellow gold, and they seemed to glow with a fierce strength that was both

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.

"It has been foretold that Odin will release us. This cave is only visible to the eyes of Odin, no one knows of its existence" "I still don't get it". Odin said confused the more. "We can't say more other than that. I am the red wolf other wise know as the fire wolf", As soon as she finished saying, her fur turned into red flames. So red in color. The blue wolf spoke next "I am the blue wolf other wise know as the ice wolf", As soon as he finished speaking, his fur turned into ice, where he stood started change to ice. The yellow wolf spoke next "I am the yellow wolf other wise know as the weather wolf. I can bring out any weather of your choice". He said.

The all had a look of surprise to their gaze. 'Well well, you came back... As if taking off your arm wasn't enough." The wolf that had me pinned contorted its head to the left. It had reddish-orange fur and a weird pinkish gaze. Two more apparated from within the trees and lurched around me. One had the as fur as white as pure snow with only a tinge of blue to its light eyes, while the other had brown fur with honey coloured gazes. They two lurched around me, as if unsure on whether to stand to get a proper angle to bite off a limb.

Fur sprouted from my skin, enveloping me in a cloak of ethereal white. Once fully transformed, I stood tall and proud as a majestic creature of the night. My fur, glistening in the moonlight, bore the color of freshly fallen snow. It was as if a piece of winter's enchantment had woven itself into my very being. Each strand of fur shimmered with an otherworldly glow, casting a pale radiance in the darkness.

I paused. 'Celly, no, don't do that!' My wolf yelled. "Yes." I said outloud. I opened my closet and took out a bright, blood red midriff cold shoulder top. It had tight cap sleeves. I paired it with my shortest skirt, a black leather mini that left a lot of leg bare. I slid on my black leather stiletto heels. I looked at myself in the mirror. This outfit showed every bruise, every mark they had put on my body. I pulled my hair up in a loose bun, so the bruises on my face were visible as well. I sat down at my desk and pulled out an eyeliner and lipstick. I lined my eyes with the smoky blue that made my eyes pop and painted my lips blood red. "Fuck this!" I said again, looking at myself in my

Olaf was the quietest companion. With the suppliers on our backs we didn’t shift form, weaving our way through the damp muddy tracks that made up Luna Madeline’s Foxton pack. I was grateful for his guidance. Changed into black leggings and a tunic dress with sturdy boots I had to top over muddy bogs, clamber over fallen trees and practically job to keep up with him. The one big difference was seeing his eyes. For the first time his hair was pulled back from his face. Tied up in a knot, secured by a long silver pin I imagined he kept as a weapon. His golden eyes scanned constantly. If a seed pod fluttered to the ground, he paused.

When the gruesome transformation was complete, the feral wolf, larger than all its rogue counterparts, released a final roar that only spelled bloodthirst and war. Orla turned to look at me. Her silver fur billowed gently in the wind. "Ready?" I shifted into my hybrid form as well, as it would give me more flexibility in exchange for brute strength. "Let's end this, once and for all."

Simple, they're something very coveted and extremely rare, not that I'm one, but it's always nice to add an extra touch and of course, everyone knows from my scent that I'm a she-wolf, an Omega. There's a two-tone cloak, blue and purple, covering me completely, revealing nothing underneath. Many people have told me I'm crazy, but it's a risk I took, the revelation would happen little by little. Underneath this cloak I have other clothes, first a very loose, wide dress, in a gradient of purple, from the lightest to the darkest, the ease is that there's a zipper on the side that I can lower, and the dress will fall gently.

He knew he had to do everything possible to delay these men. A figure draped in a dark blue cloak stepped forward, his face obscured. Holland wondered if this was the leader of the rogues. "What gives you the right to invade our pack and act as you wish?" he demanded, shielding the young Drew. The cloaked man replied, "Just hand over the boy; we’ll be done quickly. He possesses a powerful scent." As he advanced, Holland shouted, "Stay back!" He was prepared to shift into his wolf form, determined to protect the young pup at all costs. "You’ll have to get through me first," he declared, transforming into a massive white wolf with striking black eyes, ready for battle.