Blacklight Foxy Novels & Stories

I staggered back, clutching my arm, my breath catching as I saw what she had become. What in the hell is this? Fiona’s wolf loomed over me—bigger than any I’d ever seen. Her fur was pitch black, gleaming like oil under dim light, eyes void of colour. Her mouth opened, revealing fangs that weren’t silver or white, but black, dripping something thick and steaming. The scent—acidic, burnt, and dead—curled around me. The smell almost made me gag. Liam shifted too, bones cracking, growls splitting through the air. His wolf was just as monstrous—massive, distorted, too dark to be natural.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

He’s wrong though. Sure, any moment of any day we can shift at will. But during the full moon…It’s different. Pain, loss of control, blackouts. And that’s with wolfsbane in our system. But without it. More pain, little control if any at all, and guaranteed blackouts. He’s right. I am a wolf. Any other day of the month, that is. But tonight, on a full moon with no wolfsbane to tame me, I’m nothing more than a beast. A monster. He pats my shoulder before getting up and moving over to where Iselyn is, most likely to tell her the same thing.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

It is like the strong gush of wind enters the area. As the motorcycle stops at the private parking area of Blythe’s, there they saw was a woman wearing all black clothes, taking off her black helmet. Her long black curly hair was revealed showing her regal angelic face and non-emotion eyes. She has a height of 158 centimeters and has a perfect body shape where her butt and waist make the men out there drool at her existence. She was wearing a long sleeve leather jacket with white tops inside revealing a bit of her flawless skin, long pants denim jeans, ankle-covering boots, and black gloves. She straightly walks towards the black elevator door intended for the Blythe’s only and pushes button

"Consider yourself a martyr to a better cause. You know Hemlock ain't goin' to do shit. He doesn't care about anyone...his thoughts are dark...empty." "No...he cares," Lloyd shook his head. "If you think that, you're an idiot. Or a liar. Or both." Most likely both; one was a bitter fool, the other an evil fabricator. "I might not have known him long...but I know better than you." Blake laughed. The low pitch became higher until it reached an unearthly pitch that almost tore the eardrums. The light in his eyes brightened until no trace of a pupil could be seen. There was nothing but an inferno.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?