Fox Deity Novels & Stories

For what we're we here for other than to birth a new generation and pray that they do better than we did? "I am afraid, Master Abigor..." "So am I , my Aphrodite, so am I." "I thought vampires were not supposed to be able to feel?" I asked him, surprised at his reveal but also accusing him of untruthfulness. "You are the only person that exists that can make me feel, my Aphrodite. When it comes to you, it seems you break the barriers of the impossible and make me more human than I would like to admit." "...you make it sound as though I hold such power over you...I am merely myself. You are the one who holds the power. "

There’s but one that can see the potential outcomes of events, both past and future,’ Faye chimed in out of nowhere. It was a God who showed her. Honestly, I was not well-versed on all of the different Gods. I knew of some through all of the connections that we had made over the years. That should definitely change soon though. It seemed that the Gods were becoming more involved as the years passed because they were trying to right the wrongs committed by their creations. ‘Are you talking about the Goddess of Fate? Isn’t her name Fiora or something?’ Faye nodded her head to my questions and sighed.

Let us all be frustrated. “If I may,” Fredja asks. “Who put up the barrier for your family?” “Our deity,” he answers. “You would know her as the Moon Goddess.” “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter. “No offense but I am getting really tired of this goddess.” “Damien!” I look over at her and see her glaring at me. “What?!” I ask. “How can you say that?” she demands. “She is our goddess!”

But his eyes were the worst part—piercing, fiery amber eyes with slit pupils that glowed in the dark fog. A purebred Dragon. The guard leader stepped forward, bowing low. "We brought the Fox, Your Highness. Just as Master Julian promised." The Dragon King did not say a word. He walked toward me, his leather boots crunching against the snow. His heavy predator aura hit the clearing so hard that even Julian's guards stepped back in fear. My Fox ears pinned flat against my head instinctively, my whole body trembling against the ground. He stopped right in front of me, looking down at my dirty clothes, my wrapped hand, and my bruised face.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v