Anthro Fox Novels & Stories

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?

I asked myself in my head, my mind racing. Turning the page, the book revealed more about fox spirits, their abilities, similar to werewolves but they were far stronger, depending on the number of their tails. They could generate fire or lightning from their mouth or tails, shapeshift, possess a person’s body and create illusions to manipulate and outsmart their opponents.

I fought to get to my knees, I was grasping at my chest, fighting to catch a breath. I started to crawl towards back into Dakota’s direction. I stopped to look behind me to see Ahanu’s wolf fighting with the now half shifted bear. I turned back around, I just need to get to Dakota and Tyee. I continued to crawl when I saw Dakota running full speed towards me. I watched as he leaped over my head and continued running full speed towards Ahanu. I watched as they tore the attacker apart. I could finally breathe, or so I thought. I felt hot breath down my neck, then a warm mouth full of teeth grabbed onto my arm and started to pull me back into the woods. Why is a fox helping them? I had no time

I had taken out one and Oliver incapacitated another so two against four was hardly fair odds but I guess they hadn’t had a work out in a while. Come on. I looked down at the fox who was cowering underneath me still. Did they hurt you that badly? She looked up at me and turned to the side showing a few punctures in her side. Maybe she had a cracked rib or two based on where those marks were. One wolf tried rushing me and Andre took him out with a bulldoze to the side. I guess I should have started moving but I just couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so small. Why would she change into this thing?

In his other nature,Steve was the King of the foxes and he could do whatever he wanted but he didn't want to break their rules. No fox was allowed to change into human nature when they were on their three months project. No one was supposed to eat vegetarian meals nor have any sexual contact with either a fellow fox or a human. It was believed that during sex with a human, the fox will have the urge to drink blood so they would bite their partners during sex and suck blood out of them which could lead to their death. Recalling that night two months ago, Steve felt a certain part of his body enlarging and he could not control his Adams apple from probing up and down.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

'' Halvir shouted while holding Anindira. Like the previous formation set up, they walked through the dense forest. But, this time they brought an additional nine Fox cubs. The trip became busier with the trio of Jaguars and nine Fox Cubs who were always around and playing on the way. Atthy and Keffy also occasionally got off and on with one of the trio of Jaguars playing with them. At times like that, the Fox kids would stay away, to avoid Atthy and Keffy, who were women. *****

EVER! I stare out the window at the scenery going by and something suddenly catches my eye. A fox running through the grassy field, keeping up with the speed of our SUV. The coloring is so unique. With my wolf sight, I can see the reds, browns, golds and blacks in its fur like the colors of autumn. I doubt it’s a shifter because it doesn’t seem to be very big. “How fast does a fox usually run?” I ask no one in particular.

He wants his mate to be a werewolf like him, that’ll understand pack life and pack politics, have all his pups, and play house. Not a stupid fox. Not me. “Well, we foxes are a different caliber than werewolves!” I shot back in frustration. I desperately look away from his body, trying not to be swayed by him. Instead, I breathe in his scent and I feel a bit antsy. “We’re not exclusive.”

At that moment, another howl reverberated across the whole colosseum, attracting everyone's attention. An icy-blue light shot over as the frostfire wolf descended from the air. The frostfire wolf was about 3 meters in height, and its entire body was covered by icy-blue and scarlet-red fur. It seemed to have heterochromia with one eye being blue, and the other being red.