Fox-verse Novels & Stories

I followed despite not knowing where we were going, holding onto the shaky hope that perhaps, just possibly, this journey would bring me to a place where I could start over. We came across a few creatures along the way, their eyes gleaming in the darkness, but Lucian guided me to hiding places before they could see us. He moved with ease, almost like a guide, describing the perils of this wild world and explaining the monsters we encountered, including ghouls, wendigos, and others whose mere names made my skin crawl. I had never seen such creatures before, and their forms and movements were more terrifying than I could have imagined.

"Nonsense! How dare you speak ill of Fearsome Mountain's former celestial masters! You're not worthy!" Third Grandpa Fox merely opened his mouth and swallowed the lightning bolt that had pierced through the roof. "Not bad. Fearsome Mountain isn't what it used to be. Is this all you, a dignified old celestial master, can do—just basic thunder magic? Has the Verse of the Golden Light been lost?" Titus was seething with rage at Third Grandpa Fox's mockery. However, several large foxes suddenly rushed in before Titus could strike back. They grabbed Waylon's body and began devouring it on the spot.

Riven’s POV: “What? What are you saying? Who’s main target? Who is attacking us?” Kevin asked in a curious tone. “FOXES!” I shouted from the top of my lungs. “Foxes? You mean those bloody clever creatures?”, Kevin’s eyes widened in shock. I am confirmed now that he has forgotten his brain at the lake house. He is acting so stupid! “Yes, they are back!” I gritted my teeth in reply. “Are you out of your senses? How do you know that?” Kevin asked in a demanding tone.

I asked myself in my head, my mind racing. Turning the page, the book revealed more about fox spirits, their abilities, similar to werewolves but they were far stronger, depending on the number of their tails. They could generate fire or lightning from their mouth or tails, shapeshift, possess a person’s body and create illusions to manipulate and outsmart their opponents.

Moonlight began to fill the courtyard and as moonlight touched the men, Chloe wasn't gawking at muscles anymore. The three soldiers began howling, their voices neither human nor wolf, but full of terror and pain. Blake fell to his knees, Joel and Evan writhing on the ground as though they were being burned alive. They pawed at their faces, scratching and tearing at the skin as fur started to appear. The older wolves stood in a protective circle. She could see Arthur kneel, whispering words of encouragement. Whatever he said seemed to help, as they stilled their hands, but their howling continued.

He clutches his sternum, gasping as a vision seizes him. Xavier (hoarse): “W-what… what is this?” His eyes glaze over as the world around him dissolves into something other. He’s suddenly standing in a dark chasm beneath the stone. Lava seeps through the cracks. Chains rattle in the gloom. A wolf—massive, eyes molten gold, and fur flickering like a dying sun—snarls within a pit ringed by ancient symbols. Flame Wolf (a voice like smoke and sorrow):

Lex growled before devouring the omega. A hot tongue invaded his mouth and tangled languidly with his own. Every so often Lex would explore, swiping the appendage across Azrin’s fangs, careful not to puncture himself. The omega was much less cautious. Forcing his own tongue into Lexus’s mouth, he sliced across a fang and slathered the other male’s mouth with his blood. The alpha pulled away with a groan before addressing the situation.

I feel my back hit the wall, nowhere to step back now. Mate? What the hell is he talking about? Werewolf do believe in soul mates. The perfect other half or counterpart chosen by the moon goddess for them. Werewolves find their mates by their smell and appearance. The first time they see each other, they’d know. But I smell nothing from this guy. I don't feel anything. Ugh, he must be drunk. But...he doesn't look drunk and I also don't smell any alcohol. And most of all, werewolves don't get drunk very easily.

As soon as the fox lowered its head, a mass of black light fell down, as if all the white light was isolated. A single glance from Divine Thoughts could kill millions of creatures! Caspian slowly raised his head and looked at the white fox. Sensing that Caspian was not afraid, the anger in the white fox’s eyes slowly condensed. However, Caspian said with a faint smile, "Cat, have you think about it yet?" Cat! That was how he addressed the ancestor of the Green Paradise Sect. It was the address of the white fox, which could cover the sky and the sun.

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.”