Fox Bloody Roar Novels & Stories

Lex explained and I could feel my body physically shaking while the tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt my body fall to the floor. The pain which I was feeling now was nothing compared to what I had felt in the past. There was a burning sensation consuming every single muscle in my body, it was like a fire which was spreading to quickly for anyone to be able to stop it. My wolf was forcing her way to the surface while my gums ached with the pain of my canines emerging. I wanted to stop her, to tell her that this was the wrong this to do, but the anger I felt was too strong for me to able to do anything.

My hands quickly reached for my chest where I had been impaled… there was nothing there… She skies were pitch black and cloudless, there was nothing in the vast space, the wind howled out in the horizon. I felt so cold…until I didn’t. A raging hot circle of fire began around me sprouting out of the ice-cold ground. Then before me appeared the three Magi like a hologram. The one who plunged her fist into me stepped forward as fast as lightning again and held me by the neck. This woman really was strong for her age. She plunged her fist into my chest again! How many times was it possible to die? I never knew that I could die even in death! But this time it felt different. It felt cold. So icy

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

His claws were half-drawn, catching the firelight like shards of gold. He lunged. “Again,” he growled, the word barely human. Instinct surged. Selene gasped and lifted her hands. A blast of fire and frost erupted outward in a violent burst — gold and silver striking Rowan square in the chest. The impact sent him skidding back across the moss, his boots carving deep grooves in the floor. Smoke rose from his skin, curling into the air. And Rowan laughed. A wild, proud, feral sound that shook her more than any roar.

The sickening stench of rotting roses chokes the air as the bloody hurricane instantly dive-bombs the roaring werewolf. But I am already gone. The second Arlo screamed, I grabbed my VIP client by the waist and vaulted backward off the shattered balcony. Above us, Liviel hovers lazily in the night sky, streaming the carnage like a movie. Inside the room, the fight is a terrifying, high-speed blur of violence—razor-sharp claws tearing desperately through a screeching hurricane of blood-mist bats. Then, a deafening howl shatters the night. The blood hurricane is violently blown back.

Then, the final formation blocking him shattered. "B*stard!" The demon fox let out a wild roar, and it was fuming with rage. Next, its arm suddenly enlarged into the size of a thick root. "The Demon Fox's Sharp Claws!" When the last second was about to end, Xander’s fist and the demon fox’s claws slammed into each other. Bang! Boom!

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good. “Mutants,” I told her.

The care. "Sit down," Rosa says. "I want you to hold it before I say anything." She sits. Rosa puts the bowl in her hands. She holds it. She holds it for a long time without speaking. Then she looks up at Rosa. "What is it?" she asks. "Tell me what you feel first," Rosa says. "Then I will tell you what it is."

I know she encountered them before around town, but this place—these woods—had more blood than she could expect. Without wasting any moment, we both jumped into the battleground. At first, we fought side by side as Roxanne used her basic self-defense skills while I dealt with heavy blows from the incoming rogues. I was fascinated by how precise her boxing techniques were, especially when she incorporated some well-placed kicks. Although they were effective, werewolf rogues were tough opponents and couldn't be harmed by any weak attacks. Knowing that Roxanne used her speed to run towards me, allowing me to deliver heavy damage on them.

The blond screamed again, but George paid no attention to her nor did he try to stop her when she took off, her hand holding the cut on her neck which was still bleeding since he didn't get the chance to heal her. There were two Men in front of him. Both of them holding guns which were pointed at him. His eyes glowed red, his fangs were still out, but now he was seriously pissed. Who ever these guys were, they had pissed off the wrong person tonight, he thought as he headed for them. He didn't get as close as he would have wanted, as the Men opened fire and released more Bullets on him. George took two more weak steps, then he fell face down unto the floor.