Fictional Foxes Novels & Stories

I remembered my mates' disappointed faces. There were tales, theories, and conspiracies online about Werefoxes, and they were all fascinating. Werefoxes were like Werewolves that could transform between a human form into a wolf form, and in her case, a fox form. Werefoxes were believed to possess agility, cunning, and heightened senses.

A thousand bad deeds makes a lot of enemies. "Did you know she was banished from the other foxes?" Jazmine asked me. I nodded my head casually. "I did." "How does that work?" Harlen asked from across the kitchen. I debated on telling them. A wolf didn't need to know the foxes businesses. Then again, I knew all their business. "Foxes are more or less nomads." I explained. "We kind of all just do our own thing, but everyone needs a little bit of direction. So we have a fox council.

Chapter 57 When I stepped on the terrace of the second floor of the mansion where the whole woods could be seen, from below can be seen Viktoria's group and the members of Coventry. They were all wearing black clothes in their cloaks, I narrowed my eyes in their direction when I saw the goo monsters with them, and strange creatures like three-headed dogs and what distinguished them were those wearing cloth cloaks over their heads to hide their whole face. I wonder where Reginald is, could they have left Coventry? I glanced again in Viktoria's direction when I noticed she was also staring at me, smiling and as if she was feeling my fear this moment.

Halmeoni’s back was to the sofa so she could lean against it. Jihoon sat cross-legged opposite her, thinking through his words. “Just curious. I remember there was a story about a fox spirit that was good. She helped a monk find enlightenment. I wonder what made the fox turn bad.” “It’s not as simple as you’re implying.” Halmeoni’s tone became didactic. “A fox is an animal just like you and me. She does not choose

Three-year-old Theo, with his curious eyes and tousled hair, snuggled up close, his little hand reaching out to touch the colorful illustrations on the pages. "Once upon a time in a faraway land," Mama Hazel began, her voice gentle and melodic, "there lived a playful fox named Oliver. He had a bright orange coat and a mischievous twinkle in his eye." Theo's eyes widened in wonder as he listened intently, captivated by the tale unfolding before him.

"I know that much." "You know the label. You don't know what it means." He stops before a heavy door, old wood bound with iron. "Foxes aren't wolves. They're not pack creatures. They don't bow to Alphas or submit to blood bonds or respect the hierarchies that keep the werewolf world ordered. Foxes are singular. Their power comes from truth, from seeing what really is instead of what people claim to be. And that power, real Fox power, the kind that's been dormant in your bloodline for generations, it can do things wolf magic can't."

He wants his mate to be a werewolf like him, that’ll understand pack life and pack politics, have all his pups, and play house. Not a stupid fox. Not me. “Well, we foxes are a different caliber than werewolves!” I shot back in frustration. I desperately look away from his body, trying not to be swayed by him. Instead, I breathe in his scent and I feel a bit antsy. “We’re not exclusive.”

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.

Joanna shouted. "Guys!" I shouted, cutting through their conversation, "Wait, where's Thane?!" Immediately the words left my mouth, my palms moistened, and my body shook slightly. "He's here!" A voice called, and Joanna screamed. Surprised, both Orion and I followed Joanna's gaze and saw hundreds of queer looking foxes, their heights two times of a human, with one holding a body with his fangs. A realization hit me like a strong slap across the face, and my body shook violently, "Thane!"

‘They always said it would be a nuclear bomb or an alien attack’ She had mused as she wandered the aisles looking for anything edible, ‘Nobody warned us of the savage beasts living so openly among us’ She had seen the huge Wolves attacking and capturing some of the remaining humans, it had scared her to note that they seemed to know instinctively where to look. She had cried many times watching the hopeless defeated humans being carted off in trucks, for some reason they did not kill those still left alive, yet she remained hidden. On the rare occasions the humans had resisted the huge beasts had torn them apart. She knew now they were not ‘Wolves’ but Werewolves, she had seen them shift bac