Rika Furude Novels & Stories

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

Also, the mute thing is not as easy to work out with than I had originally thought so I changed it. Ryosuke is based on a character with a similar sounding name but everything else about him is different. Kurai was originally named Kiryu but it sounds generic, boring and unoriginal so instead I gave him a name meaning dark. Fukuna was originally named Ushio and she was initially supposed to be intersex to match Cai Kang's genderfluidity because highschool me is always about representation rather than plot and story so as I grew older, I realize that I put too much to the point where the story gets all convoluted and terrible so after literally flipping a coin to choose one gender, Fukuna is

Eric was back where he had started, meters from where Robin had tried to attack him. The vans: that of Elias and Jacob was still parked there, one behind the other. The people, however, were gone. Only about a dozen or more dogs stood there now: big dogs with shiny fur and teeth that looked capable of ripping out flesh. They had various colours of fur, and although brown and black were pretty common dog fur colours, there were also some unusual ones, like silver and red.

Joshua Fury pov My dad is pissed at me again it seems as I stare at Claire my human mate. Yes a fucking human in my pack isn't exactly safe. Claire is tiny like Aunt May and my mom both look sad I'm doubting the mate bond. Why you ask? Simple she is human a weak , tiny but sweet human and I got enemies out the ass pissed because me Joshua Fury has a ultimate wolf like my dad does. Fury is his wolf's name and the pack is named after him.

Mirelle happily heads straight next door into the high-ranked female fur boutique, ready to indulge her skin. Without a single second thought, her claw points at the most eye-catching winter dress on display—a vivid purple tunic piece sitting right front and center under the glowing crystal light. "That exact piece," she tells the boutique saleswoman, "my paws want to try it on my body right now!"

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

She hissed with an eye roll before moving to undress herself. "What are you doing? They're watching you!" Damien hissed in a low tone, wondering why she'd undress herself knowing fully well she was being watched. Kira ignores him and pulls off her oversized t-shirt and her shorts. "They're ready to attack you fool! Stop talking and change already." She hissed at him before switching immediately. Unlike many regular wolves, her wolf had pure white fur and she wasn't just any type of wolf but an Eurasia, also known as the Kazakhstan with pure white fur that sometimes looked like it had a thick grey on it.

I led Winter into the woods, finding a secluded spot, and patiently waited for her to shift. Observing her quietly, I marvelled as she gracefully removed her clothes and transformed into her wolf form, the elegant and beautiful Kira. Her fur, a soothing beige, looked incredibly soft and abundant, setting her apart from the typical appearance of a wolf. It gave her an air of gentleness and fragility, but I knew better than to underestimate her; as a gamma, Kira possessed strength and resilience.

Different voices echoing different phrases. “Look at that, Auria! The petals are falling!” The voice said out loud. Aura recognized the voice all too well, she knew where she heard that sentence from. And when she looked, she saw a scene that she hoped to not remember at all, as it would only break her heart further. Back in Japan, from three years ago. It was the season of blooming Cherry Blossom Trees and the place was packed with tourists. She was there too as it was her lifelong dream to see the trees. She was with her manager and a few relatives for a vacation. While enjoying the view of the falling petals being carried by the wind, she then heard squeals from the crowd. That attracted

Her hands released his ass. She moved from between his spread thighs to crawl up next to his body and leaned down to study his features. He watched her and she couldn’t miss the look of rage. His lips parted to reveal sharp fangs. He snarled at her, a little louder than the mild growl he’d given her before. His body didn’t move though.