Fictional Foxes Novels & Stories

I swear, looking at Ren right now makes me want to hit him at the back of his head for acting like a cool boy. Custard grabbed the fox’s neck using his mouth and he slowly made his way towards us. I crouched down and stared at the fox’s face. It hissed at me. ‘Tell your familiar to release me!’ By now, I really wasn’t surprised by talking animals in my head and other weird things that are happening around me. I mean, talking fox? I have a talking wolf! And some princes whose bodies are switched - acting so out of character that I would go as far as hitting my head on a tree.

The girls in the pack thought I was a threat, they hadn't even met Scarlette. "Did I not tell you about werefoxes?" I shook my head frantically. Scarlette was the only means of information about the outside world I had, other than my books. I pulled her to sit down, ready for the long story of how she met werefoxes. "Well, I've met them once. And one time, when I went to Asia, I met a nine-tailed fox," she whispered. I gasped again, my eyes flying wide. Those are real? "Yes, I was surprised too. Anyway, I quit my job when they decided to hunt innocent werefoxes, but they still went on with the plan. My mother ended up reporting to the higher-ups but turns out they were aware. Then the foxes

Alpha Borin wears a proud smile. “There are tales,” Ronan continues, casually, as if discussing the weather, “of lesser shifters hiding in the wild. Creatures who have forgotten their place. Fox-spirits who steal our rabbits in the field and bear-shifters who claim our caves, robbing our warriors of where to sleep when they go to war.” A chill spills down my spine. My fingers tremble. I clasp my hands in my lap. I suspect that this is going somewhere. “And some say….even swans.”

A crow made of shimmering light burst forth, its wings flaring wide as it took to the sky. “Find Harold,” Dale commanded. “Tell him everything!” The crow let out a piercing cry and disappeared into the canopy. We ran until our legs could carry us no further, finally coming to a rocky outcrop that loomed before us like a dead end. Dale cursed under his breath, pulling out yet another card. “These aren’t ordinary foxes,” he said hurriedly, his eyes scanning the area for an escape. “They’re part of a clan that’s been at war with the wolves for centuries.”

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?

Each creature, from the tiniest insect to the most majestic stag, was part of the rich tapestry of werewolf lore. "See that fox there, Raven?" Silas pointed, his eyes gleaming with admiration. The fox's coat was a brilliant red, its movements fluid and stealthy as it navigated the underbrush. "In our culture, it symbolizes cunning and adaptability. We learn from these creatures; we connect with them." Raven's eyes followed the fox, her breath catching at its beauty. "It's like the forest is alive with stories," she marveled, her voice tinged with awe. "Each animal, each sound, it's like a language I never knew."

I asked in a muddled tone. “None! They were not witches or vampires. Otherwise, I would have recognized them by their scents”, Caleb replied calmly. My foolish a*s realized what Caleb was saying was right. He should have recognized them by their scents! “Yeah, I mean, yeah..! Duh! How could you not then? Who were they?” I asked in a dumbfounded tone. “The worst of them all! The most sly creature. They were Foxes”, Caleb informed me in a serious tone.

Adil moved in closer to us, she held my shoulder, "because your wolf came this far to begin with, it's clear that whatever brought you here was something you didn't want to face?" "I–" I couldn't find the right words to say, I heaved a deep sigh and stared down, "I don't know, I really don't." "It's okay, you're welcome to stay with us if you want," Adil offered with a smile. "Who are you people?" "We're Foxes." "Foxes?" I raised one eyebrow. "I thought Foxes didn't exist in the world? I thought they were cunny and-" "And crazy scammers?" Adil chuckled, "yeah there are endless myths and rumors but now you've met so e of us, it's left for you to judge."

My teeth stretch, pricking my bottom lip. It feels like…home. My paws sink into the grass as I take off across the yard. Beside me, a black fox darts between the bushes, bounding over the stone path. Tristan’s emerald eyes catch mine in silent glee. Our spirit animals are bigger than their natural counterparts, with Tristan’s fox nearly as big as any wolf. “Hey!” Cain’s voice roars across the front yard, but it’s too late.

“Do you believe in legends?” “I rarely learn about them.” - Devlin answered frankly because his work is always very busy and the realities in life are enough to give him a headache. “Ohh… so maybe you'll be interested in them after hearing my story.” The pastor recounts that 500 years ago there was a nine-tailed fox, which had a strong desire to become human. Day after day, they worked hard to cultivate and do good deeds, the angels were touched by this, and they gave the challenge to give the fox a chance to become a human.