Rika Furude Novels & Stories

THREE PERSON POINT OF VIEW The sun was shining bright as it shade its ray through the window directly on Afraah's fair skin. Her skin glittered as her eyeballs began to move around adjusting to the brightness of the room. She slowly opened her eyes and let out a long yawn before she stretched her arms. She quickly walked to the bathroom and perfumed ablution. Soon after she performed ablution, she wore her hijab and prayed. She had already concluded prayer when she heard a buzz from her cell phone which was kept on the bed beside her, she picked up the phone and glanced at the number calling, it was Rayan

I had thought to bring more clothes, Her Highness was thoughtful and kind, but I wanted to provide Odessa, not take from another. If we meet other supernaturals while Odessa wore this fur, they would be envious. They would know the difficulty of hunting a creature such as the Eskaskis. I had taught Razak well, only attacking the spot underneath the neck, which causes them to fall limp while being carried. The fur was untouched, with no holes in the leather and no blood. The only liquid that could stain the fur was its own blood, causing it to be ruined immediately. I let my half-smile cross my face. It would be perfect for her to wear. Her own eyes shined with mirth as she felt the thick lus

Ford asked, pouring more whiskey into our glasses. “I only remember the first full moon we were together and the night I got her. Rei was big. Like tall and thick. She has brownish eyes and looks more like a husky than a wolf. Her fur is pure white over her stomach, legs, and the underside of her tail. The white goes up her neck to her face and around her eyes. The rest of her fur is red. Like a brownish red that almost matches her eyes. Her eyes are a little darker brown. The red goes down her snout and her nose is a pinkish brown instead of black.” I said as I sipped more of the alcohol and started feeling a little lighter.

Keya P.O.V I was nervous, but very excited. The plan is to allow my 'Gurls' to show themselves while I stay back and observe from the Spirit Realm. Yuri is first up. And I watch as she greets them with her thick sultry southern accent. "Well, ain't y'all the lively lil' bunch. Hello, I'm Yuridicae but y'all can call me Yuri. And I am Rukeya's Fairy. What would you lovely ladies like me to do for y'all?" Grammy request, skeptically. "Can we get a look at your wings?" Yuri loves the idea. "Sure!" Yuri exclaims excitedly while removing the plushy white robe. I don't care about being naked in front of my family. They had changed my diaper and bathe me when I was a baby. So it's whatev.

He wants to have many children, hoping to pass on his traits to them and start a new dawn of vampires- day walkers. Ritoru: A kitsune of Inari, one of his favorites. He loves to cuddle with his masters and tries to please them daily, loving them a great deal. He was caught out in Inari's garden one night and was stolen, being forced into his weakest form, a fox, when they caged him. He was going to be sold but was rescued by Laurence and Silas. He's playful but he can be serious when it comes to things. He's loving and very loyal, chasing off demons to protect his masters. His playful nature usually ends in him being slightly mischevious when it comes to Laurence, pinning him to floors when

As I opened the kitchen door, Friya dashed off. "You really can't just wait, can you? What if someone sees us? Worse, what if our master sees us?!" I scolded her while flashing to the woods. "He left remember! He can't see us. C'mon, I wanna see him. I wanna hug him!" Friya impatiently uttered. She was this excited to see him, the wolf with mixed light brown and white fur and with sapphire blue eyes.

“Umm… I’m looking for Fuyu-chan.” “Oh, he’s Jai-san’s—I mean, Waetford-san’s friend.” Nene said in Shouha, recognizing Darrion. The girl in maid outfit, Fuyu-chan, stood up. Her purple hair bouncing slightly as she approached him. “What is it, Darrion-san?” Fuyu asked, stopping in front of him and looking at him with her calm bluish eyes. “I want to ask something about a guy named Kuroda.” Darrion said.

The growl rose a notch, soft but warning, yet she shifted her nose upward in what seemed like reluctant consent. Carefully, he peeled back the bandage. The wounds looked… better. Much better than he had any right to expect in so short a time. The suspicion gnawed at him. Could they really heal that fast? His fingers traced along the edge of the fur as he examined the skin beneath, and he froze again at the softness, the warmth, and the scent. Honey. Sunshine. He shook his head, brow furrowing. How could fur smell like sunshine? Her head snapped down, eyes locking onto his. Heart stuttering—not fear, not exactly—but something unfamiliar, a shock of recognition that set every nerve alight. Unb

The only thing we had to show us the way was the brilliant shine of the moon. I closed my eyes and felt my bones crack and shift, the dull pain radiating down my spine and legs. If I were able to shift more often, it wouldn’t hurt as much. I stifled a grunt as my spine clicked into place, and fire-kissed fur sprouted from my skin. My wolf was nearly identical to my Mom’s, a bright shade of red-orange, much like the hair on our heads. Rayna let out a long huff as she stretched her legs, shaking out her fur and taking deep breaths of the cool air. Helena’s wolf was the color of wheat, while Camille’s was a deep chestnut color.