Deer-fox Hilda Novels & Stories

His dark eyes locked onto mine, hard and unreadable. "You're slacking, Fox," he said, his voice dropping into a low, raspy growl. "Get up. The courtyard needs sweeping before the outer patrol returns." I didn't answer. I dragged myself off the hard wooden floor, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight. I threw the coarse wool tunic over my head, the rough fabric scraping against my raw skin. My red tail twitched once against my calf, a silent display of the fury burning beneath my exhaustion.

But at least it wasn’t the full moon, so there wouldn’t be a run at this festival, or I would’ve tried finding a way not to go. “Are you okay, Queen Anna?” Meelan whispered, sitting opposite me in the car. Draconian was sitting beside me, and Hilda was sitting beside Meelan, with the fakest smile on her face. “I’m fine,” I said. “Thank you.” “You must be glad to be going back to your people,” Hilda dragged out at the last word. “I heard you were not pleased to be hunted.” She clearly didn’t like werewolves, but why was she even going to their festival? Or maybe she just didn’t like her son marrying one. Particularly me.

Theo was still a virgin at twenty-five, so Hilda didn't put it past the nerd to reach forty without touching a woman. “So what now?” she sighed in defeat, “I am supposed to be grateful that a whore is birthing my grandchild?” Her sarcasm wasn't lost on Xavier. He assured her that at least it was a pretty whore, which sent Hilda into a fit of laughter. “You are full of shit,” she groaned. Before Xavier could respond, Alicia re-emerged.

ARE WE SAFE HERE? “Wake up, Kee.” Hilda lightly tapped her when the truck came to a stop. “Are we there yet?” She sleepily asked. “I think so.” All Keondra could remember from the trip was Hilda's stories about a werewolf warrior turned rogue. Which wasn't really new to her because there were a lot back then in her time and her father had to do damage control. But why does Hilda think this driver is the ‘Rogue King’?

Right there, on the cold, chewed-up ground, Hilda folded her legs under herself like a preschooler at circle time, palms up on her knees, back completely exposed to the woods. She set her jaw and fixed her gaze on the wolf—not as a threat, but as a mother watches her kid about to light the kitchen on fire. “Hey baby. It’s me. It’s Hilda. You remember me, don’t you?” Her voice, was so soft I had to check my own ears to be sure I heard it The wolf’s head twitched. One ear snapped toward the sound, then back to me, then to Hilda again. She was torn between hunger and confusion.

I looked to the side to look where she was looking, "what did you see?" "It was a huge creature, Pandora, like really huge and it was running alongside us the entire time. Not directly next to us but along the tree lines and I only saw it last minute, like it was literally fucking keeping up with us." My heart was racing, "a creature? Are you sure?" I asked her, swallowing nervously as I looked into the forest on my side, waiting to see whatever it was that she was talking about. "Yes, yes, I'm sure," she turned back and forth, looking everywhere with crazy eyes, "can you start driving please? I don't feel very safe, and floor it."

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Fatma Mathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore. Fatma promised herself that she would be now changed, and that she would slay her battles and save those who need saving like she was before. And like Linda now.

Assuming his family is gone, it must’ve been because they were hunting strong witches. The door of Hilda’s room opens before that. Her hair is in a neat bun, and she’s changed her dress to a pale green one. “Give it a rest, brat.” She narrows her eyes at Edda “And focus on memorizing the constellations.” With a pout, Edda goes back to her book. Hilda focuses her eyes on me. “Come with me, little mouse.” She walks over to the door at the other side of the lounge “Let’s get this done with.”

He winked at her. "There's the guy I'd hoped I would never see again, attached to a face I have grown to despise." Hilda cracked her knuckles and squared her shoulders. "Always quite the loyal dog, don't you ever get tired of acting all brutal and fierce?" He cackled and the viper on his shoulders slithered around him. It is a brown animal with patches of yellow and green. "Always quite the devil, don't you ever get tired of causing mayhem and seeking vengeance for a lost cause?" Hilda brushed her palms together and smiled.