Fiction Fox Novels & Stories

15. At the sight of trouble, the worker in coveralls drops his hose and runs for the kitchen door. Angry Fox socks his rifle to his shoulder, aiming at that fleeing head, but Pink Bunny shoves the barrel aside with an oversized paw. Pink Bunny says something muffled by plastic and fake fur. Angry Fox shouts back, louder but equally unintelligible, before ripping the barrel from his friend’s grip. The worker disappears into the building, the door slamming behind him. The forgotten hose rolls across the concrete, spurting water.

But sometimes, you cannot contain a fox who wants to trick because it is in their nature, he wants to have fun as well. "You know, I was the one who told Nerissa that your 'Alpha' had a little detour in the humanity's border," he said. Damian was confused. Lucas is looking at Damian and Kiera trying to figure who is responsible for breaking the focus of the host. Kiera's mind is elsewhere, Juls said to use brains, a supernatural usually go to what their instincts say but if it's brains, then the guy they are facing must be a fox, which means, he is just tricking them, but how? Lucas's eyes rested on Kiera, she is the one he thinks. Damian is muscles and brains, but, her, she is all brains. H

Walking in the room she said to herself, "It didn't feel like a wedding home at all. There is no fuss. No one welcomed me and took me home. The huge house feels like I'm alone here. Well, when I entered the house, I heard the sound of many dogs. Their voices sounded like they were starving. I was scared for a while by their voices. The sounds were getting so close I thought the dogs were running towards me. In fact, I've been scared of dogs since I was little." You have not been given my identity. Let's talk alone. Let's get acquainted. I am Charlotte Fox. This time I have been admitted in the first year of honors. I'm a little over 5 "3 'tall. My complexion is pale, my eyes are drawn to it

Sienna devoured all the fox monsters in the palace back then to quickly improve her strength. After seeing Sienna, Foxy clenched her fists hard and felt like punching her in the face. Foxy simply felt furious at the sight of Sienna’s shockingly beautiful face.

I can see Fhoxia, she is real, she might not have a presence that I may sense BUT she is not a hallucination or ghost or a soul that this bastard claims to be! “This,” he pointed to Fhoxia from head to toe. “is not alive. Fhoxia borrowed a dead body which allowed her to use her power. She may be the messenger of darkness but she is not the danger. Fhoxia is here to point out the true danger that may affect the werewolf realm, and this is not a story I created.” “How can you know all that when this Fhoxia can’t even talk!?” What if he manipulated an uneducated rogue or something just to implement this plan?

These foxes didn’t do anything without a reason. “Your m-mate?” The shivering fox muttered to himself in the back. “Foxes don’t have mates.” The fattest fox on the left laughed the loudest. “A match made in heaven. The most feared Alpha in the unknown world and the Silver Fox.” Silver Fox echoed through my head. A collection of gasps ricocheted from my pack members as they took a step back in shock. My own deep growl emanating through the forest. “Do not accuse her of anything.” Aiden shouted at them.

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?

Dylan asked again. “Mr. York, I’ve told you, I don’t know who Fox is. I only know a fox is an animal, like in the zoo. If you ask me again if I’m Fox, I’ll think you’re calling me a vixen.” “‘Fox’ is just a nickname, meaning she’s very cunning and deceptive. I call her Chameleon Fox for her ability to shape-shift into many different identities. She changes so much that people mistake her for many different people, but in reality, she’s only one person.”

The fox yipped, a sharp, melodic sound that echoed off the high vaults, and bolted toward a shadowed corner of the cathedral. Anna ran, her heart,the one currently stopped in the mortal realm,feeling like a phantom weight in her chest. The fox stopped before a door that stood in stark, hideous contrast to the grandeur of the library. It was a door made of weeping willow wood, infested with damp rot and covered in the same green, necrotic slime that coated Asmodeus’s skin. The fox sat back on its haunches, its intelligent eyes fixed on Anna, and pointed a dainty paw at the handle.

William exclaimed, pointing at the enemy behind Foxie. In a second, the color of Foxie's eyes changed. It turned yellow and glowed like stars in the night, just like William's a while ago. The girl's sharp nails had sunk into the enemy's neck even before the opponent's fang landed on her shoulder. Foxie did it in front of and while facing William, not looking back at the opponent. The blood of the enemy runs down her long nails and into her fingers. Nothing on Foxie's body was different except her eyes and nails.