Fox God Novels & Stories

Wyatt heard a man’s voice say. “NO! It’s your fault thinking that covering money that was never going to be directly touched by her in your energy would actually work, It’s not my fault you and your siblings are so damn stupid. It’s really amazing that Abaddon lets you even attempt to collect souls.” That time it was Daniel.

That was Frank the monster’s thing. “We don’t even need to watch videos, Ian already showed me how to do it. You just press down on this trigger thingy, point at the area you want to paint and voila! It’s done.” She patiently explained how the whole contraption worked, up until the point of how to get paint into the eqiupment, but I didn’t hear a single word. I nodded in all the right places, at least I thought it was in the right places, but my mind was brimming over with questions. What was Kyros? It had introduced itself as a god. The fire god to be specific. Admittedly, my greek mythology was terrible, seeing as all I knew about it was from the few comics I read and the Thor movie I watc

Guess I had spoken too soon. One thing I had known about the wolves was their inability to keep it in their pants during the full moon. Their blood ran hotter than normal during this time as their goddess in the sky beckoned them to procreate. How fortunate, then that I took more after my mother. She was a kitsune, a fox of mystic and magic. Rather than run wild and allow herself to be controlled by the moon, she maintained control over her senses. My father told me stories about her all the time.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

He asked him a question, the best way for his father to respond. He didn't respond to Alaric and he looked at where the trail ended, he father must have leaped into the trees cause there were no footprints to follow. Alaric deduced and intentional focused his eyes somewhere else to bait his father. "Bad move, boy!" His father leaped from the trees falling towards his Alaric behind him. Alaric spun around quickly and transformed his arms only to block his father claws Only Alpha's Eric hands and legs were changed to a silver hairy fur, no one had ever seen his father full transformation not even his Mom, the Luna of the society.

Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front. “I am Chernobog,” the bone giant growls. “I am Sekhmet,” the lioness hisses. “I am Hel,” the half-skeletal woman says, her teeth clicking as she speaks. “We wanted you to know who’s sending you to your death.” Gods of death and destruction. Fantastic. They unleash their powers. Chernobog conjures spears from thin air, growing larger as they hurtle toward us. Sekhmet cups a sickly green mist in her palms—pestilence, thick and oozing.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

His eyes pull me in and the next thing I know, I'm floating in space with nothing pulling me back down to earth. It's almost like I'm under a spell. Pulled in by all of the elements I'm attracted to my Godfather with. His dominant aura calls out my name, his smouldering gaze holds me in place and his confidence takes my breath away while a more sinister element dares me to try to break away and I lose every time.

She handed me the recorder and added, "This is proof that Henry admitted to everything, and I only have one request, which is to protect Piper. " My gaze was cold as I snatched the recorder over. "Even if you're telling the truth, that's your karma. I'm not getting involved in anything that has to do with you again." Velda gave a tragic, broken smile, and tears slipped down her cheeks. "I know… Just… Don't let me die for nothing." With that, she resolutely turned around and walked toward Henry's car. Internal alarms went off in my head. I immediately dialed Gunthar's number, but before I could speak, Henry's car suddenly exploded. It was soon engulfed in a massive fireball.

Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?” “Yes I do. But they are just old bedtime stories.” Alex shook his head. The old Gods didn’t exist. They were just night time stories told to children. The only Goddess was the Moon Goddess. The one who destined each werewolf with their destiny and their mate. Surely this Kevin and his father couldn't be serious.