Fictional Foxes Novels & Stories

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.”

Perhaps it was because Henry always told her stories in German, but Gabriella found the language familiar. Hannah said, "This is a classic story of the crow and the fox." "There was once a crow who had managed to steal a piece of cheese. It perched on top of the tree and was about to eat the cheese. However, the crow had a habit of chirping when it ate, and a fox happened to overhear it." "The fox said to the crow, "Oh, crow, I've never seen a bird that has feathers as beautiful as yours! With a voice as nice as yours, you should sing so the other animals will choose you to be their king!

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"

The stranger tilts their head before quickly writing something on the paper before sending it back to me. “A cautious one, I see. You can call me Fox.” I raised an eyebrow at the winking fox that was added to the paper. That was obviously a fake name but I doubt that a stranger in the middle of the night would tell another stranger their name. “Well, Fox, my name is Princess then. What is a fox like you doing under my room this late at night?” I couldn’t help but give a fake name as well. For some reason, I wanted to mess around with this stranger who had those beautiful silver eyes. When the stranger, Fox, read the airplane after I threw it in their direction their shoulder shook in what I

Xabat snorted and released the condensed Tai Chi Power in her hands, morphing them into two golden foxes that bellowed like thunder, hurtling straight toward James. Confronted with the mystical force, James remained motionless. As the two golden foxes charged forward, he bore an ominous grin. Then, something strange occurred. Upon reaching James, the two golden foxes abruptly halted and their roars silenced. Their bodies underwent a rapid reduction, transforming into two small nine-tailed foxes.

Foxes are rare, there are only 10 foxes living in the supernatural border, afraid of coming out because they have their beliefs, foxes are supreme, never to compromise nor be held down by anyone, they see themselves as deities because they’re rare and strong. “It’s nightfall,” Foire said as he kicks Illac’s side of the bed. Illac hissed at him. “I know, you fool,” Illac stood up and cracked his neck. He didn’t bother getting his spear, the one he uses to control his lightning, he plans on wreaking havoc tonight down Imperio. “No spear?” “Don’t need. Why the blades?” “Just for fun,” “Leave their Alpha to me,” Foire added as he swung his blade through the air making a swoosh sound.

“Since you have nine tails, does it mean that you have nine lives?” I giggled at his question to make it look like he was speaking nonsense. If I said yes, he might shoot me with a gun to test it out. Each life I have is important, especially since the Silver Fox Clan was after me so I cannot risk losing one. “I am a fox, Lansford, not a cat. And those they show in movies are simply fantasized imaginations about us.” “Oh, I thought that was true. I am even prepared to test it right now. What a shame.”

I heard, as Zoe came running out of another elevator. “All set,” Finch asked, running toward her. She handed him a tablet and he nodded. His finger quickly tapped a few things. “I’ll need you to run it,” he said, as we all began to move toward the cafeteria. Suddenly I had a question that couldn’t wait. “How is it that wolves and foxes are larger than what a normal one would be but the horse looks like really real,” I asked, as we all rushed. Again, I only have actual, legitimate questions and yeah this was a good one!

The rogue wolves froze. “What is that…” one of them said. The five spirit foxes and bear appeared. Not normal foxes. But spirits from the Darklands. Their eyes glowed. They surrounded Ariana, trying to protect her. “She is our promise, and we must keep her safe.” “Who dares touch our god?” The rogue wolves stepped back immediately. Fear filled their faces. “She’s not normal…” one of them said. Another whispered, “She’s a witch…” The spirits moved closer to the rogue wolves.

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.