Chibi Foxy Novels & Stories

“Personal Assistant, huh… how should I call it again?” Speaking the name of that thing, “Wai!” Boof [Hewoo, I am your personal assistant. Wai, how may I help you?] A small creature that looked similar to a Halloween ghost for kids showed up. But… the features looked just like the panda. Weird… it also had black vault horns and tails. But the face looked exactly like what a panda has. “Wai… Where am I? Why am I here?” [You currently have a total of 80 harto. Each question would deduct five of it. Would you still want to ask those two questions? Yes or No]

Three-year-old Theo, with his curious eyes and tousled hair, snuggled up close, his little hand reaching out to touch the colorful illustrations on the pages. "Once upon a time in a faraway land," Mama Hazel began, her voice gentle and melodic, "there lived a playful fox named Oliver. He had a bright orange coat and a mischievous twinkle in his eye." Theo's eyes widened in wonder as he listened intently, captivated by the tale unfolding before him.

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”

The girl gave him a smirking look. Foxie walked away from the opponent after a few seconds. It's just in its normal dog-like form. That indicates that this one isn't quite fully prepared yet. Werewolves that can transform into humanoid forms, like Lawrence, are much more powerful and difficult to deal with.

“Bethany Croft.” I knew that name. A memory came back so sharply I could almost hear her laugh again, surrounded by other people while she pointed at me and called me the fat reject. And now she was here. In Hollow Fang. Asking for me. “She is demanding to speak to the ‘fat reject’ she once laughed at.” the scout said.

And he wanted to spit that all this was already taken. - Ma Kisha! - Tapi squealed with joy, shot the toy on the floor and stamped his plump legs towards Kit, smiling with all his eight teeth. On the way, he stumbled, fell on all fours, but did not lose his head and did not cry, but simply changed his gait and cheerfully trotted up to his mother's hand extended to him. Holding her golden fox close to her, Kit breathed in its touching scent with pleasure. She kissed her chubby cheek, then the same palm. In response, he babbled where just sounds, and where she personally understandable words, telling how he lived with his grandparents. Life was so-so, what is there ... With mom and dad, of cou

While Shen Yu and Shen Qin were busy ; Shen Xinyi didn't had it easy either . She was currently holding her little mochi and shaking him. " Its not awu ! You're not a dog , stop acting like one " Shen Xinyi was really having a headache , she didn't know from where the little fox learned to howl like a little pup ; everytime it opened his mouth ; it will go ' Awu ' . " Awu???" cocking his head , little mochi blinked his large watery amber eyes at his master , what does master means? Isn't he cute like this ?

Soheila concluded because he had been playing with Little Black more often back then. Felix, the Fennec Fox of Zachary grew as well. Felix looked more fierce and cunning, however, it had a jolly attitude when they play. His jolly attitude was different from his fierce and cunning look. His rank level was on par with Vicious. His best friend was Sylvie since Sylvie is a fox as well.

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

If Sophie could see me now, she'd laugh her head off. The creature returned her gaze to the fruit before emerging from behind the bush. It grasped a handful in each paw with its front arms before swallowing them up one at a time with its long nose. While it was chewing, Cherryl slowly reached out a hand to its floppy ear, wanting to see if it was as docile as it appeared. Its fur was unbelievably soft, and Cherryl smiled when it didn’t try to bite her fingers off, happy to have made a friend.