Blacklight Foxy Novels & Stories

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

Sun sank lower in the sky, the light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colours subdued in the fading light, the first buzz of mosquitoes, street lights click on, day winding down, the first star in the night sky, short June darkness, the air became cooler, evening landscape, twilight had fallen, the sharp shadow of the lamppost had faded into the dark of the sidewalk, fading light, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark, darkening sky, a close silence in the dim evening light. The first thing she thought about was... "Hope..." she murmured and Ryan somehow heard it as he took a sip of his coffee saying, "W

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

Her arm still bleeding from the knife room. Fay and Frok stood by her sides, clothes stripped to the waist. Before shifting, Fay Said: “you want to survive? Then run.” They shifted. Bones cracked. Flesh twisted. Fangs burst forth. Their transformation swift, but monstrous. So fascinating, dangerous and not one to forget. Two wolves stood by Laura’s side. One dark as Onyx with gleaming yellow eyes. Frok.The other one silver gray. Slender. Eyes intelligent and cruel. Fay.

says one, laughing mockingly. I don't know if it's sarcasm. “Be quiet! "Whoever's taking me shouts, I'm more and more sure that I know him." Move quickly, Luna, this will be over soon. I don't know what to think, I'm afraid to do it. What do you mean that everything is almost over? Should I be relieved? Because I feel nothing but an infinite terror that cannot be dissipated by anything. “Take off the blindfold, I beg you,” I try, not seeing anything makes me more nervous.

Headlights flared, slicing through the darkness like twin blades. The Ironclaws froze. Eyrix lifted his head weakly. A black motorcycle rolled into view between the trees, its engine a low, predatory purr. The rider was massive, his silhouette broad and dangerous as he killed the engine and swung a leg over the bike. Ryder Blackfang, The Alpha of Blackfang pack. He stepped forward, boots crunching on leaves. He didn’t look at the Ironclaws at first. He looked at Eyrix. Slowly, Ryder crouched in front of him. The man’s eyes were an unnerving, icy gray, reflecting the moonlight. His scent hit Eyrix like a wall—steel, and something darkly intoxicating beneath it.

Hundreds on eyes watching me from the vermillion branches, cawing and croaking in a mad chorus behind Felix, who seems oblivious to the cacophony. The once red tree is now black, as if engulfed by an ominous shrieking cloud. Felix reaches forward, taking my wrist, his eyes hard. I pull my hand from his grasp, jumping back. “Don’t you… don’t come near me,” I say. Felix’s expression is impossible to read: flat, cold, indifferent. His hair black as a crow’s wing, his skin pale as moonlight, I fight the spell of his deadly beauty, the intoxicating rapture urging me to drop my defenses, fall into his arms, put all doubts aside.

It was about this time I realised I was a colossal idiot as a familiar woozy exhaustion slowly tugged my limbs downwards. /The water!/ Sybil panicked /He drugged us! I’ll rip his bastard head off!/ I let Sybil take over, trying to fight against the rising lethargy. Shiftihg quickly, our huge black furred form smashed through a kitchen unit, claws swiping wildly at a terrified Maddox who leapt back. Splinters flew as Sybils swipe landed into the doorframe. My wolf is twice the size of a regular shifter, it’s more like a Hybrid. Black with iridescent eyes.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

Damon calmed down when he could breath normally but his face was still on fire. Natalie frowned while sniffing him cigarette. She opened the half burnt cigarette and gasped. "Oh my god, Damon! This is black pepper... Why does your cigarette have black pepper powder in it..." Damon's eyes snapped towards Mira when he realised that she has done this. Mira smirked while rubbing his back gently. "Don't be surprised, husband..." She whispered mockingly. "You saw this coming!... You started something and fortunately didn't finish, I started something and didn't finish. Now we are equal!"