Anime Foxy Novels & Stories

"Well Patreous, son of Tyboll the Terrible, I am Mandy, mate to Honey the Hell Spawn. It's nice to meet you." He looked her up and down. "You're small for beastkind." "I was thinking the same thing about you," she quipped back. "But I shall grow to be ten times your size and use my paw to swat you like a fly." Patreous's hand flew through the air in a swatting motion. Mandy rolled her eyes. These darned bears became insufferable at a very early age. "Hell Spawn mentioned you like to run." "My father says you're just a lowly wolf. I can run much faster than you."

“Arimura-san likes chocolate. Dark chocolate is what he likes the most, or something bitter like coffee. He also likes meat. He usually takes on simple missions, or hunting missions, and would usually come back before dusk.” “Anything else?” Darrion asked. Fuyu took two seconds of silence before answering. “He loves dogs.” Darrion felt like he knows what kind of trouble the guy has, but he didn’t want to make assumptions based on feelings only. Fuyu only closed her eyes for two seconds before she opened them again. “Are you going there, Darrion-san?”

His dark eyes locked onto mine, hard and unreadable. "You're slacking, Fox," he said, his voice dropping into a low, raspy growl. "Get up. The courtyard needs sweeping before the outer patrol returns." I didn't answer. I dragged myself off the hard wooden floor, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight. I threw the coarse wool tunic over my head, the rough fabric scraping against my raw skin. My red tail twitched once against my calf, a silent display of the fury burning beneath my exhaustion.

Maya muttered a 'no' and he blew out a breath, he acted before she could blink, and pushed the hem of her dress up past her hips and over her ass cheeks, spreading the material further and further higher until it reached her waistline and his palms cupped her bottom. Maya gasped. What was happening? She looked up at him curiously, he simply grinned and she swore he looked more animalistic at the moment. "I dislike it, foxy. Your pretty mouth should be used for something more..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right words, "Decent." He smirked darkly and leaned forward, "Do you understand me, foxy?" What she didn't understand was why he kept calling her 'foxy'. She had no resemblance

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It's splendid!" Leaf squealed. I looked towards the talker and flinched with shock and fear when I saw a fox sitting in front of me. The fox was 5.7ft tall, with rose gold fur with a long white streaky trailing from his head to his fluffy tail. His paws were white too and the inside of his ears red. He was beautiful. "Love you!" Leaf shrieked. "You are so cute, Foxy!"

As fast as the tiger had snapped, Shuule darted to the left of him, making herself as thin as possible, snaking between his heavy body and the wall of the tree. What the tiger had in strength, she had in speed. A massive paw, claws unsheathed, swiped at her, but only caught tufts of her fur from her backside. Turning on a dime, the fox spun and leapt on top of the male's orange and black stripped back, latching on with both her claws and her fangs. She was not taught very much in fighting in her village - just enough to protect herself. But she knew that every mammal, even the flexible big cats, had a hard time reaching directly between their shoulder blades, and she was determined to stay t

It was a gaze of someone who lived a life with many experiences-- just like his grandfather. While walking, Dio ran into a three-tailed fox monster. Its red eyes were locked onto his so he knew that he couldn’t avoid fighting it. Dio drew his dagger but Blur was quicker. Before he could make a move, the fox was eaten whole by his bond. “There you go again,” Dio couldn’t hide his irritation. The fox’s mana core could’ve been sold for a high price but it turned to be Blur’s cat food. “I told you that I’m craving monster cores. Stop being stingy, we had so many cores so just let this one slide.”

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

It looked so beautiful on her. "Why is the Fox there?" She had asked when she saw the drawings. "He is my last spirit beast," "You haven't introduce him to me," "I can't," "Why?" "He doesn't have skin like Ice Fang, Fire or Windy. He only shows when I am angry, very angry and that's only in his spirit form." "Why is the Fox like that?" "To be sincere I don't know Vala, I can't really remember and the only one who is in a better position to tell me is my late mother, but she is gone."

Hound added and Jackal frowned. "So?" I asked. Foxy sighed and shook her head. "So, if you want to be with them, don't you think pissing them off is the wrong way to do it?" Foxy asked, annoyed. I shrugged. "Maybe but I'm not going to just do everything she wants. You know me, I'm not made that way" I explained. "Plus she's sexy when she mad." I smirked. "You are hopeless." Foxy shook her head and walked off to her locker with Hound.