Fictional Foxes Novels & Stories

Now that we had some free time away from our skulking duties, we would go look for them and their party place on the weekends, and then we would transform into foxes and crash the party. Vix, my fox, let out a sound that was a cross between a snort and a cough. I was aware that she was giggling at the sight of the humans gathering in a circle to discuss what they had just seen. Much of my skulk were normal-looking foxes, either red, brown, or a reddish-brown tint. My mother and I both have a very white fur. According to my mother, the reason for this is that our bodies contain old DNA, and as a result, we are required to remain concealed. Vix and I did not share the same opinion.

Ciro swore. A menacing laughter fled the boy's mouth and he ran away through the tree tops, his echoing laughter fading as he vanished into the thick forest. "What on earth just happened?" I asked Ciro. "That foul little thing is a prince from the fox clan. They bewitch women with their charming golden eyes, and rape them or keep them as sex slaves," he said. "Oh my—" "One can never be too careful in the supernatural world. The enemies could be even in the smallest and most innocent-looking form," he said.

My gaze sharpening slightly as I let my power slip through the facade I build around me. I let him feel, let him taste it. “Fox spirits have different categories, just like how there are normal wolves and ones born with alpha blood in them. Lesser foxes are spirits that never make it past their first few centuries, they chase chaos, feed on scraps of power, and they don’t tend to last long”I say grimly as a soft breath leaves me. “While my kind, we were different.”I say as I take a slow step, but not towards him just shifting, grounding myself in what I am.

Jared revealed, Aghogho giggled, he took one step towards Jared, “Are you talking about the history book of the Beast kingdom written by a so called ancient Forest Nymph, where the Beast in the bottomless hole is located? See you. It was all a lie, the stories, Dragons, the Beast in the bottomless hole. They are all fables we say to our cubs at moonlight stories.” “Are we? Are we fables?!” Jared asked. Aghogho groaned suddenly his appearances changed as he grew bigger, wilder and hairier, his nails grew sharper and his canine teeth also as he thudded towards Jared.

We are so widely different it’s barely comparable. Foxes are mostly solitary preferring to roam our territory alone. Because foxes so rarely group up most people don’t even know what to call it. It’s so odd to see a grouping of foxes that depending on what’s going on it has different names. A Sulk, a lead, earth, or a leash are all terms given to describe the odd occurrence of foxes grouping up. We are independent, mysterious, untrusting, cunning, and as the saying goes sly. Yes, there is folklore about foxes as well but just as we are viewed by the world our ledges follow suit. People fail to realize that to be cunning and sly you must observe, you must be patient, and timing is critical. T

Xyla couldn’t quite tell what kind of fur it was when there were only a few of them. Now that many of them were balled up, and Xyla held them in her hand, they felt awfully like fox fur… Now, Xyla was ninety percent certain that this was fox fur. Could a fox be what injured the maid? Why would there be a fox within the compound? Xyla hadn’t heard about anyone who had a fox in the neighborhood… A fox… The moment this word entered her mind, Xyla’s body instantly trembled. Suddenly, she felt very anxious.

He frowned then. "I don't think that the legends are real though." The fox perked it's ears up and looked at Silas. "No, they're real," he spoke up, making Silas jump. He hit the top of the car with his head then groaned, backing out. "Fuck," he groaned and held his head in pain. The fox laughed at him then nuzzled his head into my chest and playfully nipped at me.

Anne was sitting by the stream, with Martel’s stone head and an uncorked bottle by her side. “I-I’m s-s-sorry. I s-saw a fire. There c-could be someone out there, b-b-but I’m not going to step out. H-h-honest!” After a pondering pause, she tilted her chin. “Ah, that must be a foxfire.” “L-like a glowing mushroom?” “Not in this world. It’s a kind of mythical fox. The one you saw might be attracting a mate.” “Oh,” I nodded now that got solved, “guess I’m heading back.”

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.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.