Fox Frozen Novels & Stories

I replied, “Kodiak and Zayn went to the Frost Fang pack while Anna and the kids went for a short pack run.” I had no idea why I uttered those lies but I felt even more uneasy about his appearance at the moment. Felix hated black, so I was a bit worried about why he had chosen such a color at this point. I closed the distance between us and asked him, “What's wrong, Felix?”

I absent-mindedly touched my neck as if the collar was still there. “Frix! Are you alright?!” Xeno and I automatically looked at Kelly who was holding Frix on both of its shoulders, worried sick for her brother. On the other hand, Frix looks like he’s struggling with himself and his hands are grabbing the shirt off his chest as if he can't breathe. His face looks so pale and he’s sweating bullets. I suddenly became alarmed when he pushed Kelly away and snarled, his eyes glinting red as he pulled his lips against his teeth.

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.

He wants his mate to be a werewolf like him, that’ll understand pack life and pack politics, have all his pups, and play house. Not a stupid fox. Not me. “Well, we foxes are a different caliber than werewolves!” I shot back in frustration. I desperately look away from his body, trying not to be swayed by him. Instead, I breathe in his scent and I feel a bit antsy. “We’re not exclusive.”

Inside the walk-in freezer, ice covered every surface. Waves of thick white fog spilled out, swallowing the air in a ghostly chill. All three of my brothers stopped in their tracks. In the corner, a human-shaped figure was curled against the wall. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her knees, her head lowered, as if shrinking into herself could preserve the last faint trace of warmth in her body. A thin layer of frost covered her skin, which had turned a haunting blue-purple. Her fingers stretched toward the door.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Without hesitation, she grabbed her coat, put it on, and left the mansion. It wasn't necessary to glance at the wristwatch to realize that dawn was approaching. The orange touches in the sky became visible, and small snowflakes fell, creating the typical cold characteristic of winter. People were still in their homes, under the sheets. Fox was outside the depths of the forest, walking through the somewhat empty streets with his phone to his ear, calling Elijah. It was going to voicemail. Occasionally, he asked the few people in the area if they had seen him, and they replied that they hadn't. Elijah was well-known to most of the city, either for his good history work or for... the tragic dea

I can see Fhoxia, she is real, she might not have a presence that I may sense BUT she is not a hallucination or ghost or a soul that this bastard claims to be! “This,” he pointed to Fhoxia from head to toe. “is not alive. Fhoxia borrowed a dead body which allowed her to use her power. She may be the messenger of darkness but she is not the danger. Fhoxia is here to point out the true danger that may affect the werewolf realm, and this is not a story I created.” “How can you know all that when this Fhoxia can’t even talk!?” What if he manipulated an uneducated rogue or something just to implement this plan?

“I’ve seen my fair share of… that stuff. But I probably know as much as you do about what’s going on here. Less, even.” “That stuff?” I ask. “You mean, ghosts?” Felix just narrows his eyes, as if at some dark memory. His expression says, don’t ask. I can see he’s not going to respond, so I try a different tack. “What is it?” I ask. “The silver snake, I mean. Is it some sort of… ghost pet, or something?” “A pet?” Felix smirks, looking like he might burst into laughter again at any moment. “Whatever it is, it’s not something as simple or as cuddly as that.”

" Think, Caleb. Crack it open." The trail markers had been covered in ice.I had been wearing my heavy red winter coat. The memory expanded, and I had heard deep cursing from the bushes.The wind was blowing hard, and Eliot twisted his ankle on the trail. “Your hands are freezing,” Eliot had whispered. “Then warm them up,” I had muttered. It wasn't a polite request. It was a challenge. A dare. I was Caleb Foster. I didn't lose games, and I didn't back down from things I wanted. And looking at him right then, flushed and shivering in my passenger seat, I wanted him.