Fennec Fox Oc Novels & Stories

His face was smooth yet marked by a scar that cut across his face, a sign of the last victory he won from the vicious king in the dark land. When danger approaches, his human form would shift, bones snapping, muscles bulging as he morphed into a massive, powerful wolf, dark fur rippling with strength. But this morning, he sat in his office, his fingers drumming against the dark oak table, the room heavy with the scent of wood smoke and the distant crackle of a fire in the hearth.

He framed a little party with a couple of different companions and chose to go to the Sunset Mountains to chase a few low-positioned otherworldly monsters. The Sunset Mountains was the home of an interesting otherworldly monster called the Gold-horned Flamefox. Its fur could change as indicated by the seasons: the colder the temperature, the redder its fur would turn, making the interest for its fur exceptionally high on the lookout. What's more, the brilliant horn of the fox additionally transmitted an aroma which repulsed bugs. It was additionally supposed that once the horn was ground to clean, it could work on the perseverance and execution of the 'male organ'. This caused the Gold-horne

Theo sighed, nodding once and his hands relaxed around the steering wheel, one of them releasing to grab my hand. "What-" Theo squeezed my hand. "Foxen are rare because once mated, they can exhibited magical abilities. Not all of them and none of them the same kind, some were elementals, seers, healer." His jaw twitched. "Any that didn't, were killed by the Clans they were born into."

He wants his mate to be a werewolf like him, that’ll understand pack life and pack politics, have all his pups, and play house. Not a stupid fox. Not me. “Well, we foxes are a different caliber than werewolves!” I shot back in frustration. I desperately look away from his body, trying not to be swayed by him. Instead, I breathe in his scent and I feel a bit antsy. “We’re not exclusive.”

"Ember, don't be afraid." Looking at the beautiful fox on one of the top branches of the tree, Adolf assured. Maryn stared at the fox and muttered, "It indeed has a striking coat of fur that is marbled with white, black and blue. Its Amber eyes are glowing so beautifully, it has a really eye-catching appearance. It's a rare fox that looks so cute... I thought it was a husky but..." "Ember, don't panic." Hearing Adolf talk so loudly, Maryn was pulled out of her imagination. She skipped a glance at the scared fox and then back to Adolf.

Eventually, however, they were finally able to trap the holy fox within the hole it was currently in. Finally getting some results, Welson was now extremely excited. Gerald himself nervously said, “Don’t allow the beast to escape again! From what I’ve read in the Book of Beasts, not only is the holy fox extremely fast, but though its body is completely white, it’s an expert at concealing itself as well! However, the most worrying thing is the fact that it’s capable of quickly seeing through plans and routines. Once that happens, it’ll easily find a way to escape! The book specifically states that its IQ is even higher than most human geniuses!”