The Adventures of Peter Gray chapter 3: (Attempts for) A Valentine's Day Kiss
Chapter 3(Attempts for) A Valentine's Day Kiss "Happy Valentine's Day, love," a young wolf gent said to his lady. The she-wolf happily took the flowers and pecked him on the cheek. "Why thank you, honey," she smelled them. "You are...
The Adventures of Peter Gray chapter 2: New to the Neighborhood
Chapter 2New in the Neighborhood "Get outta there ya filthy brat!" the restaurant owner, probably drunk of his arse again, threw the bottle, missing me muzzle by a mere pinprick. "Go back to the sewer ya crawled outta, ya here?! Stay out of...
The Adventures of Peter Gray chapter 1: New Year's Day
Chapter 1New Year's Day I had a dream, a really quiet, yet wonderful dream. I felt a soft bed underneath me, a warm fire nearby in the corner of me room, and the smell of a hot meal on me lap stung me muzzle like a slap from a nun. The food...
Rainfall: A World of Water
Rainfall By: Domus Vocis It was forty degrees windy outside, my crappy coat didn't keep the pounding rain out, my tail and fur was drenched, I was even fixing a damn transformer on top of a sea barrier in East Triad, and all I could think about was...
'Beyond the Cave' short story from Furry Migration 2016
Beyond the Cave By: Domus Vocis Cub still not come back yet. Wolf did not worry much for Cub, especially since he hunted on his own accord. Whenever they woke up, Wolf and Cub hunted by themselves. Game such as small rabbits went by the maw of the...
High School of Cliches: Halloween Madness Part 2
High School of Clichés: Halloween Madness Part 2 By: Domus Vocis At last Halloween came, and rowdy pranksters already left their mark on Greenville. Hunter witnessed this walking from school and past the town's neighborhoods. Toilet paper flung over...
Being a Stepfather
Being a Stepfather By: Domus Vocis Tonight was a big night for both of us, me and Chloe. Nearing the point of being called a middle-aged lion, romance was as much on my mind months ago as it is smiling at job. My name is Gordon Jameson, and I...
High School of Cliches: Halloween Madness Part 1
High School of Clichés: Halloween Madness Part 1 By: Domus Vocis October: an autumn month dedicated to the macabre, the dark, and a convenient excuse for people to get sick like Holden did. "Are u feeling bettet?" Hunter texted back, carefully...
Ability to Love (Part 2)
I left Northern Ireland immediately after. Whatever pathetic maggot I used to be had died the moment I murdered my father in that shell of a house. From then on, I wandered between different names and different lives. Under various identities, my...
Ability to Kill (Part 1)
The police and ambulance sirens grew distant as I ran for my apartment. To Cherry. Memories collided to the point where the streets under summer night sky blurred between day and night, while buildings switched from shops to Irish farmhouses and...
Bounty Hunter Uncle (Patreon story)
Bounty Hunter Uncle By Domus Vocis Waking up around midnight, my brain barely registered the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. I opened my eyes and checked the time, only to sigh and grab the damn thing before it could go to voicemail. ...
The Mother of Exiles
With a determined sigh, I pressed the 'on' button. "This is a message to every thinking fur dwelling across the Interweb. Let me tell you a story. It...It isn't one you will find on any bookshelf or any Interweb site. My...My name is Johanna...