Fox Shifter Novels & Stories

I tiptoed to the big tree in front of me and tried to look sneakily at the thing that was making a lot of noises and my eyes widened when I saw the little white fox sitting there cleaning his gorgeous fur. Ok, change of plans. I need to catch that fox and just run back. They said hunt and didn’t say kill so I can work my way around this but the question now was how to do that and catch it. I bit my lower lip as I thought of a way while watching the fox hold his long beautiful tail in his hands and groom it as it looked around carefully, and when I saw his face, my eyes widened. He had white hair and lavender eyes, the same as me. This is how my wolf should look, but in fox form, is there a <

Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

He could feel the earth under his paws as they ran through the woods, weaving through the trees and leaping over logs. They didn't make it far before Spirit was too tired to go any further. Unable to make it back Spirit curled up on the ground and waited for someone to help Noah shift back. Marcus and Thaddeus shifted back while Xander stayed in wolf form. It's easier this way if Zeus wasn't there. Spirit would be more likely not to give full control to Noah, the desire to be near Zeus might interfere. "Listen to my voice, remember what I told you. To shift back you need to come forward. Spirit you need to go all the way to the back and Noah you need to come forward and take full control."

They marry their bloodline to preserve the power and the bloodline. I was purchased as a gift. In this continent, fox shifters do not exist. Foxes do not survive in the desert. A rare fox shifter slave groomed to serve his future Luna. His estate was massive and ancient. His pack house had large marble floors and everything seemed to be made of gold. I was dressed in silk, fed well and had given my own room. The Alpha though he always looked angry took me in well. He has this look that I couldn’t understand back then.

Most of the wolves had already shifted and those that had not shifted looked as if they were about to breathe their last breaths. I growled under my breath when an ash brown wolf stalked towards me, it growled at me and I knew that I had to shift if I stood a chance. It was a warrior judging from its large size. I let Sasha take control and my bones snapped into place making my clothes snap and tear away off my body. Sasha growled at the larger wolf in front of us and I grinned when I let her have full control, my eyes shifting to a bright rain forest green. She jumped on the brown wolf and tackled him down but he flipped us over and swiped at my snout.

Sasha shouted and ran Slayer-style to the bow of the ship and to the wheke rope that stretched taut to the sea horses’ yoke. The creatures were making loud and frightened squeals. As Sasha ran along the thick rope, he froze the yoke ahead and, as soon as he reached it, brought down an Ice-breaker Fist. As the yoke shattered and the wheke rope sagged, he did a back flip to return to the ship’s bow and balanced himself there. Making the hand seal of Zai, he chanted: “I see the consciousness of the laws of nature. I am that consciousness.” Sasha communicated telepathically to their animal brothers: {Go on, save yourselves! Don’t worry about us!} At these words, both hippocamps dove under and we

What I want to be aware of. Should begin with the essentials. "What is that white thing?" I ask, my voice shaking from dread of the beast. "It is known as a Shifter," Declan shouts out, words streaming like softened margarine from his lips, "and they are the nemeses of werewolves. They are animals of confusion, passing, and wretchedness, with eyes that mirror genuine damnation. Imperceptible to the human and werewolf eye, the best way to distinguish a Shifter in its actual structure is to smell it. We are the main species that has a sufficiently strong feeling of smell."

"An untrained shifter is dangerous, even at his age. If he shifts in public, around humans—" "I know. I know." Sera holds Connor closer. "We'll figure it out." Two weeks later, Elena shifts for the first time, too. Same sudden transition, same confusion. The pack doctor hypothesizes it's because they're twins—sharing the supernatural development, pushing each other to new milestones. Whatever the reason, Sera and Dante now have two wolf pups who shift unpredictably. Training begins. Gentle exercises to help the cubs control their shifts. Games that teach them the difference between a human and a wolf. Pack members take turns supervising, ready to intervene if a shift happens at a bad time.

For the good of civilization. There are designated shifter packs that take care of the problem, and this one has been chasing me through three states. They call themselves The Fox Hounds. Wild shifter hunters and I am their main target. My bear catches their scent and the hairs on his back stand up. He lowers his head and growls at the approaching sound. Behind the exhaust of those engines, that familiar smell reaches our nostrils and I'm overcome with a sense of dread. What the hell is he doing here?

The crisp rustling of fallen foliage intensified as an Akhashi ran for his life. He quickly transformed into a wolf and leaped forward and after a few feet, he changed back into a fox galloping as fast as he could on all four of his limbs. The Akhashi tribe from Chemora had the ability to shift between canines. With repeated transformations,they were able to diffuse the scent left behind on their track. But this particular Akhashi wasn't trying to do that. He was trying to shift into the fastest four legged canine because for him it was life and death.