Fox Shifter Novels & Stories

They all turned serious when they heard me, the biggest reasons why some wolves did not joined the training session is mostly because they might die if they lose at the tournament. "Today I will be teaching you guys how to shift incompletely." They looked at each other in puzzlement and looked back at me. "It is called mental shifting , it is the simple ability to shut out all activities happening around in order to fully heighten all your senses. This can be done whenever you are searching out preys, or something that may be of danger to you. It takes a good deal of concentration and focus to learn this skill. As you all know, for the tournament, your test will be carried out in the wildern

Not aggressively—just shifting to sit up. And then Logan noticed it. The way the man tilted his head. The way his eyes followed movement. The way he twitched, almost like he was— Like he was a dog. “Oh my god,” Logan whispered, the phone slipping from his fingers. He knew he wasn’t crazy. The man was the dog.

Cal sat there and listened as the famous Wolf of Bay Street, Alpha Richards, introduced the Fox of Bay Street. A colleague of his who has become his mate and is a fox shifter. Many of the shifters thought it was funny as the humans responded a little uncomfortably to the jest. Though there was one snide comment that Allan Wolversen had to explain. “He’s scrapping the bottom of the barrel for a mate and crossing species.”

“No. If Frix will shift to his wolf form here, it will be chaos, Sapphire. If he manages to get away with the group, stay with the humans. Kelly and I will deal with him.” “What?! What are you going to do with Frix?! He’s in pain can’t you see that?!” I cried to him, scared of what would happen. Frix has been waiting for this moment but it seems it’s not the kind of thing that anyone would get excited about. But Xeno smiled at me and kissed both of my hands. He knows I get too overprotective when it comes to any of them. “It will be fine. Kelly and I know the process of turning, Sapphire. We both went through it so we know how to deal with Frix. It’s just… we’re in real trouble because a ne

“I’m only here to get the free room, get paid, and get your recommendation.” Does he have pups now? Do they look like him or her? I didn’t want kids. Even if Maverick plays the part of a lone wolf, he’s indeed a pack animal. He’s a werewolf and I was well aware of our differences. I’m a fox shifter. Proud of it too. I’m totally one hundred percent satisfied with me, myself, and I. Except I’m not. I’m totally not. It’s a bunch of bullshit, but he doesn’t have to know that. I don’t need him. I don’t.

That it was more than just a strange animalistic life and they were more than just their animal. Malcolm watched Melody throughout the simple passing of the pups. He didn’t believe that fox shifters did this exactly. They waited until the offspring were old enough to develop their own scent. That scent told them a lot about the kit. The greatest piece of information was if the kit was a purebred fox shifter or, like David, a hybrid who’d taken his animal genetics from his father rather than his mother. He’d never forgive the fox shifter elders and if they weren’t dead, he wasn’t sure what he’d do

"You have my interest" He said just before I heard the sound of bullets on his end. I let out an amused chuckle that we were both torturing people at the same time. I knew he was taking out some shifters, but I didn't care. I heard a growl so I waited to speak until it ended. "I found a fox shifter in the United States and he has babies. I can't give you him, but I can give you the babies" I said knowing he would scoop up the opportunity. The noise on his end turned to silence before his men could be heard counting how many shifters they took out.

He simply lost access to his personal ATM. As for me? I still had my pier, my boats, my money, and a whole ocean waiting to be seen. From now on, Rosalyn Castellano doesn't pick up anyone else's tab.

I echoed, thinking I'd misheard. She nodded slowly. "Foxen are not like Shifters, Rose." Her voice dipped, in a way that changed the air in the room. "They are not a shared spirit, binding to your own as a Shifters does. They exist beside you, inside of you. Selected because we are compatible." She sighed, moving to shift to the edge of the chair, her demeanor changing again. "And you're?" Her eyes snapped to me, I almost smirked at the dullness.

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.