Black Tailed Fox Novels & Stories

My tail wagged as Eleanor took her first steps through the trees. Wait… I had a tail now! I wanted to look at it, so I urged my wolf to allow me to look at my tail. She did. I gaped at the fluffy white tail protruding from my behind. “Look, Elelanor! We have a white tail!” I exclaimed in excitement. I hadn’t seen a wolf with a white tail. Most of the wolves in our region were grey with a black-tipped tail, while alphas were usually black and huge. But a wolf with a fluffy white tail like mine was unheard of.

Principal Andrews states. “Similarities?” Principal Sinker asks. “Same birthdate, similar names. Which caused a host of paperwork problems. His wolf is black, hers is white.” “Tala doesn’t have white fur, it just looks white in the moonlight. She has golden fur in the daylight.” I corrected my principal. “It depends on the time of day,” I told Principal Sinker.

- Go to sleep. After having dinner and taking a shower, I went into the bedroom. I had one bed, and Fox was already sleeping on it, curled up on the opposite edge. By the way, he fell asleep in his fox form, hanging his fluffy tail on the floor. It was a touching picture. So I wanted to touch his ears and tail. But I knew for myself that not everyone likes this. I didn't love! He considered it personal or even something intimate and inviolable. Yes, I also had such a form with a tail and ears, but it was not customary for wolves to flaunt it. Only in the circle of family and relatives.

We head for the tree line and shift then take off. My beast is Max, he is mostly black other than the tips of his ears and tail are a light shade of gray. Chester, Chris' beast is a blonde with white socks on all four paws. Nate's beast Merlin, is a light gray and all four paws and the tip of his tair are white. We run and play tackle eatch other for a while. After a few hours, we get back to the pack house just in time for breakfast.

It could be a hundred feet tall. A huge nine-tailed fox was carved on the stone monument, with nine tails that were as vivid as life. Each tail was a different color and glowed with a strange luster. There was a lush jungle with countless demons kneeling to the nine-tailed fox, listening to the heavenly truth and understanding the impermanence of the world. However, Alex realized that he could not walk further when he reached a hundred meters in front of this stone monument. No matter what, he could not get closer.

It is a true testament to the boundless blessings given upon us by the moon goddess. ‘You are beautiful, Xariah!’ ‘Thank you Xeraphina. The black in our fur is from the alpha blood. All alpha’s whether male or female, are black, regardless of their hair color. The dark chestnut color of our fur is from your natural hair color. Most alpha blooded wolves are pure black, but the moon goddess made an exception for us, since Talon is beta and also has dark chestnut fur.’ ‘Yes, I was a little confused why my fur was a mixture of colors. But now I understand. Thank you for enlightening me. If we reject Cassius, will our fur turn completely black?’

I came out from behind the tree slowly, a bit shy. There he was in all his glory. I had never seen a wolf like him before. His fur was longer than any wolves I have seen before. His fur was black, but in the moonlight it held every color of the rainbow. His eyes were a dark silver, sparkling as they checked me out. Our wolves sniffed around one another, getting to know each other. His wolf seemed playful as he nipped at our heels. Talia's tail wagged happily as she got to know Reep.

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

His wolf was the pure color of black. ALEXANDER's wolf had a white mark on its fury Tail. Alex's wolf was a big one just like his brothers, His wolf was chocolate brown. He was huge, Blue naturally colored eyes, But red when angry, their claws were sharp, and she noticed they had control over it. She could not help but notice that each of them could control how long their claws could be, there was something she noticed that each of them had a full moon white mark on their forehead. “Beautiful” she mumbled as she was totally mesmerized by her mates.

Now that we had some free time away from our skulking duties, we would go look for them and their party place on the weekends, and then we would transform into foxes and crash the party. Vix, my fox, let out a sound that was a cross between a snort and a cough. I was aware that she was giggling at the sight of the humans gathering in a circle to discuss what they had just seen. Much of my skulk were normal-looking foxes, either red, brown, or a reddish-brown tint. My mother and I both have a very white fur. According to my mother, the reason for this is that our bodies contain old DNA, and as a result, we are required to remain concealed. Vix and I did not share the same opinion.