Blacklight Foxy Novels & Stories

"There are only more than ten of you, but I have dozens of monsters under me. I don't believe that you can hold on—" Once again, before the demon fox could finish its sentence, it saw Caspian flashing a smile. Then, he took out a black thing and threw it toward the crowd of monsters. "That's —" The Three-Tailed Fox squinted its eyes as it felt somewhat familiar with the item. Then, the next second, its eyes flashed with panic. "The Killer Waves and Earthquakes Mine!" Just as the demon fox said that, there was a terrifying explosion from the wave of monsters. The billowing airwave was like a giant hand, moving up and down and sweeping all around. In an instant, it blasted most of the dozens o

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

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Bloodbaths excited me, but when I'm here, I have to control myself and Keal as well. "It's about to start. Keep a close eye on the forest," I told Lila. "Okay," she mumbled. Another loud whistle echoed through the air, and a half-shifted man stepped forward with a loudspeaker. "Today, the Moon Goddess has released a new creature that runs three times faster than any wolf. This one is called the Silver Fox," he announced. A cage was rolled to the center of the stage where the Silver Fox was locked inside. "At the count of ten, the fox will be released into the arena. The winner will be granted global dominant rights of the year by the Moon Goddess herself!" the half-wolf explained as loudly a

She hissed as Mateo caught the gun before it could reach the floor. He put his cold hand around her nape and pulled her forward – until her forehead was inches away from his. Faith shrieked and gaped. He placed the gun on her throat. Faith gasped as Mateo pressed the barrel into her throat, “You are not as smart as you think,” He commented, “You have a lot more to learn, Foxy.” He added.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

I slipped out of his grip, leaping over the edge of the bath and Shifted. Annie barely reached the top of it. She was a cream and white everywhere except her paws, the tips of her tail which were pure black like she stepped in ink, and her eyes. Which one was green like mine, while the other was crystal white, almost like she was blind, but the eye saw in shades and colours I couldn't dream to imagine. Xavier looked down at her over the bath. He smirked. "Hello, Annie. You're a very pretty Foxen."

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV In a brilliant explosion of light, the darkness shattered, and the Black Faes were thrown back into the shadows from whence they came. Baddy's shrieks of fury echoed in the air as he was forced to retreat, his power diminished and his malevolent presence momentarily vanquished. The battlefield, once chaotic and filled with the sounds of clashing steel and desperate cries, fell silent. The oppressive weight of the darkness lifted, replaced by the faint glow of the moonlight breaking through the clouds.

Her short black hair frames her face and is cut just above her chin, her light brown eyes look like they’re shining from the adrenaline she’s feeling, and from her smirk I can see a deep dimple in her left cheek. Her voice is taunting as she says, “Well, well, well, if isn’t Penelope Fox’s daughter, the new white wolf.” She gives an over exaggerated pout as she says, “Looks like she got caught in the wolf’s den.” My eyes flicker around me, I need something to help me get leverage. Her eyes look wild, and I know this is Beatrix Black, but I find it odd how much more wild and unhinged she looks compared to her brother who had been cursed.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.