Fictional Foxes Novels & Stories

With a jerk, her eyes became normal while Giselle blinked. "W h a t ..w a s... t h a t?" "A... c h i c k e n... a... f o x... a n d... a... w o l f." Vini replied in a trance but then she shook her head. "Sorry, I sometime gets visions. A chicken, a fox and a wolf...... They are planning something so you better stay safe from them." Vini told Giselle who wondered if she knew these animals. No, she don't. May be a wolf but was it a wolf or a werewolf.

A pack of animals of all shapes and shapes tumbled on her, and they wanted to take a seat in her hand. "Get out, it's mine," said the bluefish with two legs. "I came first, it was mine," argues the disgruntled little deer with long horns. "Mom," (What's going on here?) Hana tells herself. She had never seen such a strange animal. It's hard to name or classify them. "Shut up. Mrs. Vinlot will punish all of you." As if there was a miracle, the whole orderly standing down lined up from low to high. The two-headed fox with thick glasses, holding a white whip to control them, was about to be lined up one by one like their class leader. It just flew up to face Hana.

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

The Fox’s voice echoed in my head, a psychic hiss. I knew the legends. In the old sectors, they called them Kitsune or Fox-Demons—creatures that stole lives to extend their own. This wasn't tech; this was ancient, dark 'Noir' magic. She’d already stolen two lives to get those tails. She needed my youth to reset her clock, but the life growing inside me made the 'transfer' impossible. The Fox lunged. She was twice my size, moving with a speed that blurred the air. I dove across the shattered glass, my reflexes sharp and jagged.

she asks us. We shake our heads, “The moon goddess also blessed us. A fox can have more than one mate. When they meet, they will not know it until after they have spent one day together. Then the animals in them will recognize each other. Foxes can be mated with any type of supernatural creature,” she finishes.

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.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

' I tore a strip of paper from my notebook and used it as a bookmark. I read the next few stories, then closed the book. I walked over to sit on the couch. I leaned my head back and I dozed off. I dreamed about Astra, the wolf in Child of Stars. The story didn't describe how she looked, but I envisioned her being a beautiful golden sable with bright blue eyes. In my dream, her colors began to lighten and shift until she was the white silver of my wolf with my bright blue eyes and the three jet black scratch marks across her right eye.

Hessa, who was just sitting far from us, gasped and shifted uneasily beside the door, but neither of us spared her a glance. “Tell me everything,” I demanded. Lowell pulled out a chair, sat down, and rested his forearms on his knees. “You remember Knox? The werefox living in the States and becoming a famous writer and used to talk about the old wars? The ones before men wrote their histories neat and clean. The stories he told were too bloody to put in books.” I nodded once.

Roger gave him a thumbs up. The fox lady named Franka had a strange expression on her face from the moment she walked in. She was probably suspicious of something. This was normal. Everyone would be suspicious of a usually timid little girl suddenly showing off her power today. However, I learned from Jessica yesterday that except for the addition of a 'spell' called Origin Stone Skill, everything else in this world is basically the same as in the previous life, and the theory of ghosts is just like the rumors in the market. It only exists in novels and movies.