Fiction Fox Novels & Stories

"I saw that myself, after you kept quite about what happened backstage after the show. And you never spilled the details for the press after half of Portland tried to tear down your house. You're the sort of girl who's good at keeping secrets." "I'm not sure what you m–" I start to say, before Felix interrupts me. "Besides, we're Fable," Felix says, completely ignoring me. "Not some small-town garage band. We're not going to work with someone who's just good or ok... we need excellence."

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

The moment she got at the top of the tree, she heard voices of foxes howling. She could not even get down from the tree due to the fear she had. The sounds continued being louder and she knew that the foxes were coming closer to her. She tried to hide herself in the tree branches. A pack of almost twenty foxes stood under the tree as they try looking around. "Am done today, big brother where are you?" she whispered in her mind. One of the foxes started shaking the tree as she hold herself tightly on the tree branches. Her body was running out of strength and she could hold herself anymore.

Xyla couldn’t quite tell what kind of fur it was when there were only a few of them. Now that many of them were balled up, and Xyla held them in her hand, they felt awfully like fox fur… Now, Xyla was ninety percent certain that this was fox fur. Could a fox be what injured the maid? Why would there be a fox within the compound? Xyla hadn’t heard about anyone who had a fox in the neighborhood… A fox… The moment this word entered her mind, Xyla’s body instantly trembled. Suddenly, she felt very anxious.

~2 Days Ago~ “Tell me more about Felix,” Faith asked as she takes a bite of an apple wedge. Mateo squinted his eyes, “Felix?” He asked. Faith chewed the apple and nodded her head, “Felix. The hot Asian member of the ally that gives off Oppa energy,” She added mush to Mateo’s dislike.

Best to do this as low key as possible. They could see the faint shadows of towering, tall trees side by side in the woods. All the critters are asleep and there were no sounds of angry drivers racing down the nearby highway, or shouts of children playing. The faint howling of the wind sounded like ghosts swarming the city on Halloween. Soon, Jacob and his friends were leading them into the woods and Isabella shivered. Samson sensed it and he put an arm around her waist. "I shouldn't have listened to you" he whispered. "You should have stayed at home"

Anne was sitting by the stream, with Martel’s stone head and an uncorked bottle by her side. “I-I’m s-s-sorry. I s-saw a fire. There c-could be someone out there, b-b-but I’m not going to step out. H-h-honest!” After a pondering pause, she tilted her chin. “Ah, that must be a foxfire.” “L-like a glowing mushroom?” “Not in this world. It’s a kind of mythical fox. The one you saw might be attracting a mate.” “Oh,” I nodded now that got solved, “guess I’m heading back.”

Something in the way he said it made her fall silent—his words settling heavy and true, stirring a quiet unease beneath her skin. Nearing the mansion, something moved in the undergrowth. A small fox cub, its fur warm and reddish-brown, trembling and afraid. Fiora’s face lit up. “Vael—look!” It tried to run, but one of its legs was injured. Fiora knelt at once. “Hey, little one…” Her voice was soft, gentle—and the cub stopped. It shivered, but did not flee. Moments later, it stepped forward and pressed its cold nose to the palm of her hand.

A round of claps and whistles bounced around the room. “That’s amazing,” she paused, giving the crowd a warm smile, “I was once like many of you. Without somewhere to truly call home. I bounced around from place to place, but at the end of the day, it always felt empty. One day, I was captured by someone who wanted to use me. As a fox, I have the ability to produce pheromones that can lure someone with ease. I spent two-hundred and seventeen days in captivity,” she paused once again, her bright green eyes glistening with unshed tears.