Chibi Foxy Novels & Stories

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good.

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.

He immediately licked the top of her head, which caused her to jump and nip at his chin. We’ve been talking all day. Foolish brute. He’s at least easier to talk to than you. Not giving me a chance to answer, she nipped at his chin again and took off at a run. I would love to see this from a birds eye view. A little fox, solid white, no bigger than an Australian Cattle Dog, being chased by a giant wolf. After about an hour of playing, Vix decided it was time to mess with this big Alpha. Quickly grabbing my clothes and shoes into her mouth, she took off back down the trail. Knowing he would soon be following she ran off the trail and into the underbrush.

“Hm… Your name… Shou! That’s right… your family name is Xiao and your first name is Shou! That’s your name now!” said Xiao Chen, giving the Cerberus a name and making it happy with it. But what Xiao Chen didn’t know was that naming a mythical beast would cause it to evolve by drawing qi from Xiao Chen himself.

Fluffy tucked under her arm. "Hi," Sofia said. "I'm Sofia. I'm six." Chloe looked at her. "That's Mr. Fluffy," Sofia said, holding up the bear. "He's my best friend. He helps me when I'm scared." Chloe looked at the rabbit in her hands. "This is Bunny. He helps me too." "Can I see?" Chloe held out the rabbit. Sofia took it gently, examined it. "He's soft." "My grandma made him. Before she died."

I smiled to myself, already imagining the look on Damien’s face. Foxes. The cupcakes were topped with little frosting foxes—playful, sly, a little smug. They were ridiculously cute, which was exactly the point. I remembered teasing him once, not long after we’d met, that if he had a spirit animal, it would be a fox. “Mischievous, clever, the kind that always looks like he knows more than he’s saying,” I’d said with a grin. He’d rolled his eyes, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch.

“My French bulldog. He’s—how do I put this—larger than life. And I mean larger. The vet politely called him ‘robust,’ but we both know he meant obese. The little chunk wobbles when he walks.” I laugh, picturing a French bulldog teetering like a bowling pin about to fall over. “So, Nathan has bonded with your dog. I’m guessing that’s a good thing?” Marissa leans back in her chair, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “It would be if he didn’t act like Chubbs was his dog. Do you know he feeds Chubbs by hand? Organic turkey slices. Like he’s preparing him for some Michelin-star meal. Last weekend, he bought Chubbs a sweater. A cashmere sweater. Said it was ‘necessary for his comfort.’ I didn’t e

His own power alone should be enough to catch Seekstorm. He didn't know how much time had passed. When Felix, sitting cross-legged, started to feel a bit bored, he suddenly noticed a little creature standing five yards away. Even he hadn't sensed it coming. "Is that Seekstorm?" It had snow-white fur and was only about the size of a palm. On top of that, its head resembled that of a tiger, sporting raccoon-like markings around its eyes. The most unique thing about it was the three long tails, which were constantly swishing.

He was a child after all. “…don’t spit this out.” Trisha’s eye twitched at the strange urge to pat the child’s head. However, it was Delta’s dirty, fatherless child. She just took out a stick of her expensive chocolate bar to get rid of that gaze on her face. “Thank you, Aunt Trisha!” Foxley received the chocolate bar that was even longer than his hand span. However, he looked at the dog. “No, no, you can’t have this. You’ll die.”

I heard, as Zoe came running out of another elevator. “All set,” Finch asked, running toward her. She handed him a tablet and he nodded. His finger quickly tapped a few things. “I’ll need you to run it,” he said, as we all began to move toward the cafeteria. Suddenly I had a question that couldn’t wait. “How is it that wolves and foxes are larger than what a normal one would be but the horse looks like really real,” I asked, as we all rushed. Again, I only have actual, legitimate questions and yeah this was a good one!