Fiction Fox Novels & Stories

I swear my voice did not just squeak. "I will take care of you later, young lady." Cecily wagged her finger before turning back to The Moor. She placed her hands on her hips. "Prove it." I moved my foot around searching for the quicksand. I planned to dive in headfirst if it was there. "I do not turn into a bat, ma'am, but I can flash to another location if that will ease your mind." Cecily shook her head. "No, I want to see fangs."

(TRASHED HOPE) “FASCINATING.” The word she utters under her breath and almost a whisper, as she sits cross leg and comfortably unto the nothingness and stares intently unto the scene as the play goes. “Misha, run!” With the peculiar being into the world she is now dwelling, yet a common demon from her original world. The powerful fox, mythical and perfect with his nine-tailed and gleaming silver color and blue hue of flame, tells her more than the scene could ever be.

, She said kindly. I stretched my hand out and grabbed the first item I touched. "Here", I said, not even looking at it. "I like this one." Alexis looked at me like I was crazy. "You're kidding, right?" "What?" "It's a poncho", she deadpanned. "A large, purple poncho." "Oh". I looked at it. It *was* a poncho. Sheepishly, I put it back on the rack and rolled my eyes at Meg hiding a smile.

“I’ve seen my fair share of… that stuff. But I probably know as much as you do about what’s going on here. Less, even.” “That stuff?” I ask. “You mean, ghosts?” Felix just narrows his eyes, as if at some dark memory. His expression says, don’t ask. I can see he’s not going to respond, so I try a different tack. “What is it?” I ask. “The silver snake, I mean. Is it some sort of… ghost pet, or something?” “A pet?” Felix smirks, looking like he might burst into laughter again at any moment. “Whatever it is, it’s not something as simple or as cuddly as that.”

I asked myself in my head, my mind racing. Turning the page, the book revealed more about fox spirits, their abilities, similar to werewolves but they were far stronger, depending on the number of their tails. They could generate fire or lightning from their mouth or tails, shapeshift, possess a person’s body and create illusions to manipulate and outsmart their opponents.

Probably because I had heard Alexander tell German stories many times before. Isabella explained that the story was a classic fable called The Crow and the Fox. She told the story clearly and smoothly. A crow stole a piece of cheese and sat on a high tree branch preparing to eat it. But crows could never stay quiet while eating. The sound attracted a fox passing nearby. The fox saw the cheese and immediately wanted it for itself. So it began praising the crow. It complimented the crow’s beautiful feathers and graceful appearance. Then the fox said that if the crow also possessed a beautiful singing voice, all the birds in the forest would surely choose the crow as their king. The crow became

He even coyly pointed his gun in the air and blew on the barrel as if blowing off smoke, “While a wolf and a bear are embroidered in a fight over a fish, it is the fox that ends up running away with it in its mouth.” …how do you run off with yourself in your mouth? (／≧ω＼) The two’s hearts felt tickled by the sheer cuteness of the little guy, but their wounded manly pride refused to accept defeat. They huddled together to look through the virtual representation of the track and see how the hell such a small and cute vixen managed to steamroll them. That’s right! They got steamrolled! Their two scores combined and doubled weren’t as high as Noah’s score!! ○|￣|_

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

Nobody was allowed inside his room but Zac unintentionally rushed into his room sometimes which my father didn’t mind at all. Caroline got scared and held my father's hand. “Hahaha! Oh, my dear son” My father laughed and slowly pushed Caroline away and picked up Zac. “What are you doing here my little munchkin” “I was playing hide and seek with Anna. I want to hide in your room daddy.” “Let’s hide together” My father exclaimed. They both hid and Anna came inside the room as well. All 3 of them played and giggled while Caroline stood at the corner looking at Zac with extreme hatred. She couldn't bear him anymore and wanted him to out of her life.

Then she said in a low voice, "I've been practicing the Sacred Fox Method which came from the ancient Sacred Fox Sect. Legend has it that the founder of the sect was a member of the sacred fox clan." "People's first impression of a fox is coquetry. They believe that foxes can bewilder people, which is unreal. The sacred foxes were famous for being loyal to love. They would give anything away for their lovers. "The Sacred Fox Method had two special spells. One was the Fox Hypnosis, which was almost the same as the mind-bewitching skills; the user would be backfired if their targets had strong spirits. The consequence of the backfire was falling in love with the target, no matter if the person