Arctic Fox Oc Novels & Stories

I don't know him and I didn't ask for his help in the first place for him to get mad like this. I turned and was about to leave the tent when I heard a growl of beast. I stiffened. "Don't test my temper human. I have a high respect with Axel but I won't hesitate to use force on you. You two were not official yet so I don't care if you're his.." He cleared his throat. "His friend." Who's Axel? I've been hearing that name since I woke up and they were calling him Alpha. I stared at the shadows that was passing by the tent. Am I in a wolf territory?

Kate replied and continued to watch the bird in curiosity, unaware of the paw steps that were approaching them. Oli's ears twitched and his whiskers quivered before he stood up, his fur standing on end. "So you are the two foxes that Alex and Weaver keep talking about." An elderly voice said, startling Kate as she quickly stood in front of her brother but wavered as she watched the face of an elderly fox emerge from the shadows. The sparrow landed next to the fox whose fur was a light red with its muzzle covered in gray and white.

"Before the first werewolf appeared, the Arctic wolf already existed in this world. They are large carnivorous animals, mostly living in the Arctic. An adult Arctic wolf can grow to the size of a horse..." "... However, in reality, as the werewolf world continued to expand, Arctic wolves, whose survival resources were plundered, gradually only existed in the oral traditions of people. No one has witnessed their existence, except for a self-proclaimed noble and arrogant group—The Blue Blood Pack. They claim to have tamed the last Arctic wolf in the world and, since then, have taken the Arctic wolf as the totem of their pack, trying to emphasize their nobility and rarity in this way."

"I've heard that so many times I could puke! In the castle you are Alpha! Out here in the wild no one owns me!" *** "Are there even wolves in Svalbard?" Hector asked. "Nope, the biggest carnivore on land is a fox..." Jasper said. The two men looked at each other for a few seconds then flew up to run out. People stood at the two cars and took photos of the large paw prints in the snow, it was confirmed, no fox leaves tracks that large. "Let's go! This is an opportunity!" Hector said running into the forest. "Are they idiots!? Didn't someone teach them how to keep a low profile!? Look! We can follow these paw prints all the way!?" Jasper called after him, the bigger man not as fast as Hector.

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

Andrius spoke softly, looking at Arctic Fox in the main seat. “Ah...” The Arctic Fox had long been frightened by Noir’s skills. Although Andrius only called him softly, he trembled and slid down the seat weakly, using the chair’s leg to barely support his body and prevent himself from making a bigger fool of himself. “Y-you...” The Arctic Fox looked at the three with a bewildered expression, his face full of confusion and fear. He asked in a trembling voice, “W-who the hell are you?” In his impression, Noir’s skills had already surpassed the limitations of the world.

The brakes screamed like banshees, sending showers of sparks into the dark cavern. "Atmospheric temperature: minus forty-five," Robert read from the console. "Wind chill: minus sixty. If you have exposed skin, it freezes in thirty seconds." "Perfect weather for a business meeting," Jack said, pulling on a heavy white parka. He winced as he slid his arm into the sleeve. The sling was hidden underneath. To the outside world, he had to look whole. "Are we sure the 'Arctic Fox' unit is here?" Ben Carter asked, shivering despite his three layers of thermal underwear. He hugged his laptop bag like a life preserver.

"Ember, don't be afraid." Looking at the beautiful fox on one of the top branches of the tree, Adolf assured. Maryn stared at the fox and muttered, "It indeed has a striking coat of fur that is marbled with white, black and blue. Its Amber eyes are glowing so beautifully, it has a really eye-catching appearance. It's a rare fox that looks so cute... I thought it was a husky but..." "Ember, don't panic." Hearing Adolf talk so loudly, Maryn was pulled out of her imagination. She skipped a glance at the scared fox and then back to Adolf.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

He decided to break the silence in order not to dwell in the past anymore. "What about you Jason?" "The operation and the auctions of the black market were successful. The Scandinavia and the Malta responded to our demand to make their country our new headquarters for cocaine and ecstasy. But-" "But what?" Alexander immediately intercepted his report. "Melo. I regret to inform you, but there were some fery clan members who were careless enough and exposed themselves to the White clan." Melo groaned in annoyance at the failure in the Fary Wolf faction. Alexander just raised his eyebrows in amusement.