Fox Anthro Novels & Stories

She grabbed at his lab coat, shaking the old man "Where's the antidote? Where is it?" He forcefully freed his lab coat from her hands, his face devoid of emotion. "There was never an antidote. Beth, let's get out of here and I'll explain. I'll explain everything." Mike Sommers had broken free completely. Savagely he tore off the hospital garment he wore and let out a fierce, ear-piercing howl. He was completely unrecognizable as the effects of the drugs had set in. His eyes were yellow and glowing, slitted vertically like a cat's, his body completely covered in fur. His hands were now claws that ended in four-inch dagger-like claws appropriate for tearing the flesh off bones. His lips were j

"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

And another. “They’re here,” Ethan growled, his voice deeper, more feral. Jaxon stepped forward, his claws extending as he prepared for the fight. “Stay close, Sasha. Don’t let them separate us.” The creatures lunged from the darkness, their forms a grotesque mix of wolf and something otherworldly. Their skin was mottled, patches of fur giving way to slick, black scales. Their eyes glowed unnaturally, and their teeth gleamed as they snarled.

“You look like shit.” “Age will do that to you,” he puffs. Age. He was a wolf, which meant that his life span was a lot longer than most. Of course, it wasn’t longer than a lycan’s, but given his age, he shouldn’t look this bad. “He’s...” the woman manages, reaching up and grabbing my hand. “Sick.” At her words, a growl of warning escapes Anthrose, and I’m surprised to feel his killing intent press against me. Was he that opposed to the woman?

------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to g

He felt as if he was doused in cold water, trapped in a nightmare as hi s mind grew hazed as he listened to his words. “The drug will work normally for human,” the fox man said. He chuckled dryly and added, “But for a beast, it is the worst.” What does he mean that it will have another effect on beast? As much as Chandler wished it was joke, he knew the truth. Because he can feel it. His body was beginning to turn sluggish and hiss limbs refused to cooperate. “I heard that the three Alphas of the WayHoRix couldn’t find their mate yet,” the fox man said.

Seriously, werewolf hormones shouldn’t be this quick and wild at such an inappropriate time. I stood on tip toes, trying to look past the man obscuring my view. Once I did, I gasped at the horror of the sight. Zanicus’ eyes had turned full blood-red, and his canines protruding over his lip with abnormal length, and his claws looked like he had been digging land with his nails colored pitch black. Hunter immediately took a step back, blocking me from taking a step further with his big arm. “She was born for a purpose,” his voice coming out dangerously soft, like the sound of the wind brewing before a thunderous storm.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

If any of them didn’t follow what Xeno had said, it would be a disaster and worst, death. The tentacles from the mouth of the pit had woken when suddenly, Frix screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes flaming with the desire to kill as his body parts burst and bulged, his muscles built second by second. Then furs suddenly grew from it, covering him with grayish-brown color as his face started to elongate and form into a wolf face.

Hunter growled lowly. "He's so f*cking strong. All of you guys are against him, the king, and all the other packs, and yet Alonso is alive, successfully hiding and planning a massacre. That man is inhuman. He won't stop until he gets what he wants and his ambition is f*cking crazy." Lennox stated the obvious. It was true that the werewolf race had never come across such a strong threat that they still couldn't eliminate. Even after losing a strong pack like Draken's. Alonso still stood strong prowling towards his goal. It was f*cking intimidating.