Felix Fox Novels & Stories

NOVA Was I seeing things? That couldn't be right, could it? Felix was a Beta wolf; he inherited his rank features from his mother. The fact was that I knew nothing about his father's identity, and neither did Felix, but his wolf's eyes had always been gold, Beta-gold.

We weren't even halfway to the spot when Felix sensed another wolf, we weren’t alone. Felix quickly took over all functions of our body, ready to face this threat. He let out a loud howl, as if to say ‘bring it on.’ Within seconds the enemy wolf’s outline appeared from behind some large trees, Felix stuck his snout in the air and inhaled. Maxim. What a punk. Whatever my feelings for my wayward brother, Felix had much stronger ones. He had some balls to come out here and challenge me.

But was Felix ordinary? "Yes, sir! Felix previously lived in Avesburgh and Canraville. He seems to be an Oceanus Realm master, and his medical skills definitely rank in Dragonia's top ten. He briefly dated Xena Summers, the Phoenix Warlord, and has had quite a lot of contact with Lady Nala." After hearing this detailed report, the elderly man took a few deep breaths. "Indeed, he's no ordinary person. Don't alert him yet. I need to request someone's help."

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

Declan and Sebastian cheer behind us, clearly entertained that Liam is encountering that sort of feeling. Not long before we leave the room however, a tremendous structure fills the entryway. "Hello," he gestures at Liam, and afterward turns his look to me. "I'm Felix," he presents himself, without a grin. "I'm Isla," I note his comparability to Liam, their resemblance practically frightening. Felix is built, significantly more so than Liam, and strong. He is tall with earthy colored hair, his face a practically ideal duplicate of Liam. Nonetheless, a meager scar extends from his brow to his cheek, damaging his generally lovely face. Assuming Liam was the Sovereign of Light, Felix would sure

"I'll drive you." The drive to the countryside was longer than usual, or perhaps it just felt that way because every mile was a mile closer to the only thing that mattered. As we pulled through the heavy iron gates of the Rossi estate, I saw a flash of blue in the garden. Félix was running across the lawn, his giraffe-with-one-eye tucked under his arm, chasing a golden retriever that looked twice his size. He looked happy. He looked safe. He looked like he had never known a day of cold or hunger or the crushing weight of a father’s indifference.

I crowed. “I heard what he said,” Felix groused. “He just wants to sell a food gremlin like you more snacks. Don’t blame me if the earth quakes every time you take a step.” “Excuse me, did you just call me a food gremlin?” I sputtered. “Fat. Ass. Food. Gremlin.” Felix said each word with slow emphasis. An evil smile was on his lips. Oh, that does it, I thought. I swatted his arm, but he didn’t back away. “Fat AND violent!” he exclaimed, and he pulled my hair. We grappled with each other until we noticed a werewolf couple watching us.

With this thought in mind, Mason was in a good mood. “I’m surprised to hear that,” Foxy muttered excitedly behind Philip. It would be great if the snakes were monster beasts. Foxy could control them easily. Foxy relied on the flute in her hand, not bloodline suppression. As a member of the royal family, Aslan could suppress many monster beasts through his bloodline, but Foxy was born with the talent to heal, and she could use the special effects of the flute to control monster beasts. “What's wrong? Do you have other ideas?” Philip looked at Foxy curiously, wondering why she said that.

"Please" "You're in a college" "I said please" "Fine,l'll get you one tomorrow,now will you say thank you?" "I'll say it when the fox us here"Stuart disconnect the call and lift his brows. "Fennec fox huh?" "It's gonna be fun,they're special species with an extraordinary hearing to locate underground preys,they're social animals and they're the smallest wild cania and their ears can grow to half the size of their body" Jason explained.

“I can’t remember. But, we are part of a dying race. There are only three of us left, apart from him that is. Me, you and Becky. We are the last of our own kind. I don’t know what I am and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to remember. Your mother told me not to force it but for some reason I know that I need to know what happened back then as it’s important.” “What do you mean, our own kind? Mother knew?” “Of course she did, before you, she Was the last…mmmh…lemme see. If it’s our own kind them I can say am a rabbit, you’re a wolf and Becky is a lion. Sound about right?” He looked at Felicity to find her almost jumping out of her skin. “It’s an example, an example.” She sighed.