Blue Archive Fox Novels & Stories

There were bright green stripes, one on each cheek, that matched his eyes, framing his face. "A fox," he said, smooth and flatly, like nothing that had just transpired was interesting. "And why would a girl be this far out by herself. This isn't even my fault." Shuule said nothing back. Females of different clans were often not easy to identify, but some were. Peacocks had colorful hair of turquoises and greens, which Mermaid's did as well, but they were rare and were never seen. Bears nearly always had chocolate brown hair, rounded eyes, and were shorter and broader set than most. Tigers, lions, cougars, and even the sheep and apes were nearly impossible to tell apart, but the fox vixens we

The moment she got at the top of the tree, she heard voices of foxes howling. She could not even get down from the tree due to the fear she had. The sounds continued being louder and she knew that the foxes were coming closer to her. She tried to hide herself in the tree branches. A pack of almost twenty foxes stood under the tree as they try looking around. "Am done today, big brother where are you?" she whispered in her mind. One of the foxes started shaking the tree as she hold herself tightly on the tree branches. Her body was running out of strength and she could hold herself anymore.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

she made to speak but I cut her off "You're wearing blue and you're a princess" I paused as her eyes widened and she shuffled closer to me. I chuckled at her curiosity. Guess it runs in the family. A whole family of curious cats "or you aren't a princess anymore?" "No" she blurted "I mean yes, I am a princess" "So it's settled" I said "blue is a princess color and don't let you're friends tell you otherwise. OK ?". She nodded furiously making her soft wild curls bounce on her head.

Mist rolls across the forest floor in pale azure swirls, whispering secrets to those who listen. The pack’s den sits on top of a ridge of glowing blue stone known as Moon Crest Rise. When the full moon reaches its peak, the stone illuminates in a brilliant azure blaze, an omen of strength and unity for the wolves who call the place home. “Do you know the amusing part of the deal?” Alex asked. “No” Mildred replied. “The wolves” he muttered. “What do you mean?” asked. The wolves of the azure moon pack are just as enchanting as their pack. Their fur carries tinges of blue, some has subtle as shadow, others bold as the sky after storm, which royal family, it marking them as descendants of an anc

(TRASHED HOPE) “FASCINATING.” The word she utters under her breath and almost a whisper, as she sits cross leg and comfortably unto the nothingness and stares intently unto the scene as the play goes. “Misha, run!” With the peculiar being into the world she is now dwelling, yet a common demon from her original world. The powerful fox, mythical and perfect with his nine-tailed and gleaming silver color and blue hue of flame, tells her more than the scene could ever be.

Sapphira didn't know what sort of help Katrice might need, but she was more than happy to oblige, considering she didn't know many people who would give her an entire outfit for free. Sapphira took a longer route home, so she could drop her bags home before returning the car. The woods were peaceful at this time of day, waiting for the sun to set and the moon to rise. The sky shone pink through the trees, and she caught sight of a couple of wolves on patrol as she pulled up the drive to her cabin. As she slammed the car door shut, two yellow eyes peered out of the bushes. "Yes, boys?" Sapphira smiled.

Frost asked, mocking Darick. “Let him finish,” Gael groaned in displeased. “She let someone made it as a tribute to her son Alexie, and now is displayed at the Museum of Virginia or maybe someone had destroyed it.” Darick shrugged. "Whatever." “And?” Iris asked. “This.” Darick opened the silverwork and showed the rectangular-shaped blue stone in his palm. “That’s it?” I asked. “There is something more.” The excitement in his voice was palpable. “Cut the crap. Tell us what’s so important in that pendant, small D,” Frost snickered.

I placed my fingers on it and I felt a stinging sensation from the touch. Stupefied, I moved closer to the mirror to see what it was. On the spot that connects my neck and my shoulder, a blue glowing bird-like shape with its wings spread wide was visible there, and when I looked closely, I realized that the bird was a phoenix. Being stupefied was an understatement, I was completely amazed. I could fully remember that I didn’t have a tattoo drawn on that spot. Moreover, I don’t have a tattoo drawn on any part of my body, but how this came into being filled me with astonishment.