Books About Foxes Novels & Stories

“We would also have to cover it with something. Foxes by themselves are smart. Labs are as well. So they are part of two smart breeds, so we have to think about things before we do them.” “So if we got the dog fence thing and we did that you think they would be safer?” he asked. “I do. Because they are different, we have to be proactive with them. Labs love to dig. Foxes make dens, so it is ingrained in them as well. We need to make sure they can’t get out, and nothing else can get in.” she replied. “That makes perfect sense.” He said. “So tomorrow when you are planting. I will be digging.”

My gaze sharpening slightly as I let my power slip through the facade I build around me. I let him feel, let him taste it. “Fox spirits have different categories, just like how there are normal wolves and ones born with alpha blood in them. Lesser foxes are spirits that never make it past their first few centuries, they chase chaos, feed on scraps of power, and they don’t tend to last long”I say grimly as a soft breath leaves me. “While my kind, we were different.”I say as I take a slow step, but not towards him just shifting, grounding myself in what I am.

she asks us. We shake our heads, “The moon goddess also blessed us. A fox can have more than one mate. When they meet, they will not know it until after they have spent one day together. Then the animals in them will recognize each other. Foxes can be mated with any type of supernatural creature,” she finishes.

Dylan asked again. “Mr. York, I’ve told you, I don’t know who Fox is. I only know a fox is an animal, like in the zoo. If you ask me again if I’m Fox, I’ll think you’re calling me a vixen.” “‘Fox’ is just a nickname, meaning she’s very cunning and deceptive. I call her Chameleon Fox for her ability to shape-shift into many different identities. She changes so much that people mistake her for many different people, but in reality, she’s only one person.”

I was contemplating what to do when I shifted positions and stepped on a floorboard that sounded strange. I frowned and then knelt and moved the carpet aside. There was a loose plank and I had an instinct that told me to pry it up and search within. So, I did just that. I carefully pulled the plank up, slowly moving to avoid making too much noise. Within the cavity, I found a small book with no title or markings on the cover. As I flipped through the pages, I quickly realized it was the evidence Steven had mentioned. The book recorded the amount of minerals transported to the Fox’s land. It was an impressive amount, but what shocked me even more was that the Foxes weren’t just smuggling mine

Dogs—or wolves. Eric sprang from the recliner and moved towards the cage. It was as tall as a wardrobe, wider than the average car, and ten or eleven wolves were locked in. Yep, he thought. Those were definitely wolves. As he stepped closer, the wolves began to snap at his feet, growling and baring their teeth. The cage rattled, and Eric was scared that it would break free and the animals would come out for him. Goosebumps swarmed his body as he watched these monsters that were once human.

EVER! I stare out the window at the scenery going by and something suddenly catches my eye. A fox running through the grassy field, keeping up with the speed of our SUV. The coloring is so unique. With my wolf sight, I can see the reds, browns, golds and blacks in its fur like the colors of autumn. I doubt it’s a shifter because it doesn’t seem to be very big. “How fast does a fox usually run?” I ask no one in particular.

“What fox?” “This one here. Don’t you see it? Guarding that shadow?” She points to the corner of the page where there is, indeed, a little white fox, and behind it, the shadow of a… a great wolf. A strange sense drifts over me as I slowly turn the page.

A thousand bad deeds makes a lot of enemies. "Did you know she was banished from the other foxes?" Jazmine asked me. I nodded my head casually. "I did." "How does that work?" Harlen asked from across the kitchen. I debated on telling them. A wolf didn't need to know the foxes businesses. Then again, I knew all their business. "Foxes are more or less nomads." I explained. "We kind of all just do our own thing, but everyone needs a little bit of direction. So we have a fox council.

It was almost tragic I needed to have it end. Bursting through the bushes I leaped onto her tail pinning her to the ground. She turned snapping back at me her little needle teeth trying to sink into my fur to reach my skin. Cute try love. I laughed. Andre, cleaners here? Yep. Bring a carrier and some clothes for me. This is going to get messy. Damn, putting your mate in a carrier? They were designed for pups who got out of control but they’d hold a fox just fine too. She kept trying to wiggle out never tiring only hissing and snarling which might have been intimidating for a rabbit but this was just sad.