Fox-verse Novels & Stories

All because of this sudden explosion, this weapon of mass - destruction that could only be the creation of someone Vayu damned himself for letting go earlier. Vayu clenched his fist, breaths heavy with heat. Flames gathered around his body. His face and voice distorted into monstrosity. Column of flames erupted out of Vayu, lighting up the colorless carnage before him. With a long, echoing howl, Flare Fox announced his fury, that someone would soon feel the scorching heat of his flames.

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.

I gulped my saliva down, my eyes still glued to him. "It's not a dramatic dialogue. Our worlds are actually different because I, Fiama Henry Case isn't a human being"

Something approaching. The dark Aria’s expression suddenly changed. All traces of anger vanished. Replaced by an alarm. She looked toward the growing crack in the moon. “No.” The word escaped her lips. The First Wolf growled. The forest shook harder. Then a deep voice echoed from above. A voice filled with ancient power. A voice I immediately recognized. The Hollow Creator. The crack in the moon exploded open. Darkness poured into the silver forest, and the Creator’s voice thundered across the sky.

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

The air screamed around her, a cyclone of power, threads of silver light weaving through it. The largest fox, its fur now scorched and tattered, lifted its head weakly, eyes blazing with hatred. “You are no witch of mercy.” Seraphine met its gaze, hair whipping wildly in the wind. “No. I’m a witch of air.” The fox lunged one last time, desperate and Seraphine spun, thrusting her hand forward. The gale that erupted was no mere wind. It was a spear of compressed air and lightning, slicing clean through the fox’s chest. The creature howled, its body shattering into smoke and shards of light that scattered through the trees.

Pawn Clara looked questioningly at Bishop Eloise, who was listening to them with her mouth open. "Juubi fox means ten-tailed fox who obtains the status of goddess and holds a title as 'Goddess of all foxes'," said Bishop Eloise. "But who is the one whose heart and liver is she going to give? Queen Clementine, both speak with one voice." "But you said that it doesn't eat vampires," Pawn Clara asked, confused. "Then how can it do that to the Dark Shadow Coven?" Her loud voice caught Rook Theia's attention.

Anne was sitting by the stream, with Martel’s stone head and an uncorked bottle by her side. “I-I’m s-s-sorry. I s-saw a fire. There c-could be someone out there, b-b-but I’m not going to step out. H-h-honest!” After a pondering pause, she tilted her chin. “Ah, that must be a foxfire.” “L-like a glowing mushroom?” “Not in this world. It’s a kind of mythical fox. The one you saw might be attracting a mate.” “Oh,” I nodded now that got solved, “guess I’m heading back.”

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good. “Mutants,” I told her.

Foxes are rare, there are only 10 foxes living in the supernatural border, afraid of coming out because they have their beliefs, foxes are supreme, never to compromise nor be held down by anyone, they see themselves as deities because they’re rare and strong. “It’s nightfall,” Foire said as he kicks Illac’s side of the bed. Illac hissed at him. “I know, you fool,” Illac stood up and cracked his neck. He didn’t bother getting his spear, the one he uses to control his lightning, he plans on wreaking havoc tonight down Imperio. “No spear?” “Don’t need. Why the blades?” “Just for fun,” “Leave their Alpha to me,” Foire added as he swung his blade through the air making a swoosh sound.