Fox-verse Novels & Stories

It's light and frighteningly subtle. “Let your wolf help you find where the poison is,” he orders. My wolf presses forward, her senses sharpening. And suddenly, I see it in my mind's eye. The bond isn’t smooth or whole. It's tattered, dimed in places. “I see it. It looks sick,” I say carefully. “Good,” Felix says. “That’s the poison. Now send your fire through the bond. Burn it out.” I tighten my grip on the fire in my palm.

I can see Fhoxia, she is real, she might not have a presence that I may sense BUT she is not a hallucination or ghost or a soul that this bastard claims to be! “This,” he pointed to Fhoxia from head to toe. “is not alive. Fhoxia borrowed a dead body which allowed her to use her power. She may be the messenger of darkness but she is not the danger. Fhoxia is here to point out the true danger that may affect the werewolf realm, and this is not a story I created.” “How can you know all that when this Fhoxia can’t even talk!?” What if he manipulated an uneducated rogue or something just to implement this plan?

I whispered to myself, my voice trembling with the weight of my sorrow. I felt an overwhelming pain rise within me, tears welling up in my eyes. But I fought against them, clenching my fists and swallowing the lump in my throat. I refused to cry. Not again. A soft whine pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked down to see a fox watching me with concerned eyes. The creature seemed to sense my emotional turmoil and gently nudged me with its warm body, pressing its head against my side. I reached out, my hand trembling as I stroked the fox’s soft fur. Its warmth is a comfort, grounding me in the present moment, reminding me that I wasn't entirely alone.

Red fox slashes the side of his face with the sword, leaving an ugly gash running along Cesar's cheekbone. The world seems to stop when the blade presses into Cesar's neck. Time seems to slow down, the snowflakes floating past my eyelashes moving a millimetre per minute. "It is over, Cousin Brother," Red fox whispers. "I have won. The kingdom is mine. Your wife is mine. The riches, all of the things that were rightfully mine, are mine once more." Cesar says nothing. Blood drips down his cheek and onto his neck. Red fox laughs and fake-pouts at his brother Iron Coyote. "Here you are once more, little cousin. Beneath me. And you will always be beneath me. You will be beneath

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

And the one I called my mate was grinning from ear to ear like some lost puppy who was found at the garbage dump. Ok stop crying baby we were only amused by your act. It was funny you didn't know your wolf was unlocked and you mistook it as an evil spirit" Xander explained. I felt my ear spinning. Wait, what!!! My wolf? What are you talking about?" I asked sitting up and wiping off my tears. " Baby girl the voice in your head was that of your lost wolf. I guess she was naughty enough not to introduce herself properly thereby getting you scared" Sophie laughed.

She gave him respect. When Marcus lit the funeral pyres, the wolves shed their clothes and then their human skins. One after the other they began the wolf's song of passing. Even with her ear's new sensitivity, Amy thought the sound beautiful. As the fires burned high into the air the mournful howls continued. It went on for hours. When some dropped off, others picked up the cry. Amy was absorbed in the melody, but through her sorrow, she was surprised when she connected with a cat. It was a female and Amy could feel the grief it was radiating. Amy also felt its fear. She separated herself from Marcus and made her way to the lone cat.

Kate replied and continued to watch the bird in curiosity, unaware of the paw steps that were approaching them. Oli's ears twitched and his whiskers quivered before he stood up, his fur standing on end. "So you are the two foxes that Alex and Weaver keep talking about." An elderly voice said, startling Kate as she quickly stood in front of her brother but wavered as she watched the face of an elderly fox emerge from the shadows. The sparrow landed next to the fox whose fur was a light red with its muzzle covered in gray and white.

I confessed, feeling the weight of the significance. Sebastian's embrace tightened, a silent affirmation of our shared journey. "And you will be, Sydney," he reassured me, his voice carrying unwavering determination. "Together, we'll experience the Festival of Luna, creating our tales under the moon's watchful eye. This celebration is a testament to the bond we share, a bond that transcends the confines of our human existence, connecting us to the wild, to the Moon Goddess, and the enduring spirit of the wolf."

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.