Blossom Fox Novels & Stories

"You don't have to believe me, but it's the truth." He gave me an incredulous look. "Vienna Fox?" I nodded. "Most foxes go by Fox. If they use a last name at all. Keep it simple." Cassar's eyes were still confused. "I've never heard of that before." I shrugged grabbing some more peanut butter. "Next." "Favourite flower?" "Daisies, you?" "I don't know." He shrugged. I grined at him. "I know. It's a cactus."

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

James steps over to answer it and the two small girls from earlier rush in as soon as the door is cracked. “Hi! I’m Daisy this is my sister Rose. I’m the oldest by 2 minutes.” Two little faces are looking up at me with sandy blond hair, freckles, and bright green eyes. “What’s your name? Are you our new ant? We saw you. You’re different, you are a puppy and a fox. Can you turn into a fox for us?”

We all held hands, a silent promise of support amidst the coming transformation. As the wind grew stronger, a collective gasp ripped through the group. Bones began to crackle, a sound both terrifying and strangely beautiful. The girl beside me let out a guttural roar, her body contorting as fur sprouted across her skin. In seconds, a magnificent silver wolf stood in her place, its eyes glowing a fierce amber.

She sent Ethan an article about the Higashiyama district in October, which Ethan forwarded to Valentina with one word: obvious. Valentina books Japan in March. Not the birthday — Rosa's birthday is the twentieth and Japan is in May, when the late spring light is doing what May light does in Kyoto, and the Higashiyama district is at the particular quality it has between the cherry blossoms and the summer heat. Two weeks. Valentina, Ethan, Clara, Rosa, Pep. Five people in a country that Pep knows and Valentina has been to, and Rosa has been circling for a year.

The battle rages on under the watchful gaze of the moon, a dance of primal instincts and fierce loyalty that will determine the fate of the pack and cement the bonds between Blaze, Alexa, and Dexter in a trial by fire and fur that will test the very limits of their strength and resolve. The forest envelops Rose in its eerie embrace as she follows the playful puppy, her heart warmed by its innocent barks and wagging tail. Unbeknownst to her, the familiar concrete path beneath her feet morphs into a terrain of decay, rusty leaves crumbling under each step she takes.

His fur erected. He transitioned to a wolf. Dravon did same. His claws elongated, thick and shaper. They came for each other. Hands met, it stiffed. Twisting and turning back and forth. " Careful Dravon.” I shouted. " Careful brother.” Amira screamed. Austin kicked him beneath. He pinched his ears with his sharp claws. He became more aggressive with his claws.

“You…deceived her? Many times she claimed I tried to kill her, you came to her defense, challenging me for it but you of all people know I would never hurt her.” Eros’s lips tipped up in a lazy smile. “It’s called Trust, brother. I needed a way to draw her to my side and you just seemed the best thing available. A little moonveil blossom here and there did the trick.” I shot a sharp look to Jega who stepped forward. “It’s just like I warned. The moonveil blossom can serve as either a cloaking plant or a hallucination pollen. Whoever your mate saw was a trick of the mind. Not you.”

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.