Rika Furude Novels & Stories

“You didn’t. It’s fine. Furio, seriously, no matter where you take me, the size of my ass is going to matter. Let her put Carma’s vision to life and we can get the hell out of here.” “Thank you!” the woman squealed. “You won’t be sorry.” Furio flung himself into a chair and pulled his phone from his pocket. He was glad he’d kept a spare shirt in the car but as he looked at Delfina, he couldn’t help but wish he was still sitting in his ripped open shirt with her ogling him.

Her fingers brushed over his black fur. "Fury! " Her lips were so dry they had split up in several places. But hearing her voice again sent shivers through my body, and I swear I heard Fury purr like a little kitten against her soft touch. A slight movement caught his eye, and he jumped around, the fur along his neck and back puffed up. Teeth bared, and a deep warning growl rumbled through the air. Fay! There was another Fay! Fury`s muscles tensed again. Hunched down and ready to attack. But Eir`s hand was buried down in his thick fur, and he gripped a full fist. Slightly tugging at us,

I glance at Clayton, he just shrugs his shoulders. Twenty minutes later we are ready to shift and continue, the older female wolf is little and lean just like her but it’s fit. Its warm mahogany coloured fur shines in the high morning sunshine, as soon as I shift it comes and submits to me showing me its neck. My wolf squares her shoulders in pride, I feel our mate step up behind us giving us our moment.

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.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

Reaching inside, he found a tuft of fur—orange and white. It was the same color as Rinko Morita’s hair. With a mix of wonder and disbelief, Takuto stared at the fragment of fur. What did this mean?

always in happy mode! Fuji must be half-Japanese based on his pale fair skin and chinky black eyes. He also has a nice set of raven-black eyebrows and his hair is shiny. Fuji is tall, his body is long and lean, and he lived up to the reputation of being a bishounen guy. He's like a smiling Kaede Rukawa. Hehehe. I'm wondering if this one has a girlfriend, Fuji is like Bennet's inheritance, a workaholic.

He got irritated with the no-fur faster than he did with anyone else. And, worst of all, if he was being honest, he was having a hard time not staring at the beautiful no-fur. Especially now. A very light dusting of hair the color of red honey was starting to grow back on his head where the no-fur had been shaved for the Rodeo. It made all of his features more pronounced. The adorable nose. The bright inquisitive eyes. That same red honey also framed the no-fur's cock very nicely as Spitfire, for some reason, decided he wanted to get naked, save for the sparkling elevator necklace.

“Good to see you here, Your Majesty. The packs are watching.” “Always are,” Ronan replied, keeping his voice even. He exchanged a few careful words with the Witch Queen, an elegant woman with stars tattooed across her dark skin. She smiled politely but her eyes were sharp, like she could see more than she let on. A dragon lord in human form, tall, scaled tattoos climbing his neck gave him a respectful nod from across the room. The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her.

She was more than a foot taller than him, muscular body, tall, strong, long legs, square jaw, her skin was cyan blue, yellow eyes, vertical pupils, with her long pink hair, so long that it came down to the floor, but tied in a braid, they were smooth. Fury was wearing a red outfit, armour with horns on her helmet, wearing a long sword on her belt, a rope of thorns, black nails that she used as if they were the poisons and claws that she used to cut her enemies, besides poison, she was a great fighter, she was at the head of the hordes of Kurayami, a muscular, square woman who looked like an androgynous, both female and male. Kurayami took the woman as his bodyguard, ally as well as fighting