Fox-verse Novels & Stories

Then I wrote a letter for Cruz, telling him that Xander was on the way. "Ready," I replied, holding the paper. "Fold the paper, and you know what to do," Daphne said as the flames in the bowl lowered. "Do you remember the spell?" I nodded, my eyes filled with concern. "Yes, of course." Then I held the paper to Xander over the candle flame first. "Nuntius recipient." I was engulfed in the fire and disappeared. Then I did the same with the note to Cruz, folding it smaller so it couldn't be seen. "Nuntius recipient." I let out a deep breath. "I just hope it worked."

“Wolf wanted it to stay totally secret. The only person he said that I can tell is you… and that was if you came to me on your own accord, ready to reclaim your role.” Ice nodded, feeling mightily relieved. Now that sounded more like the Wolf Connor that he knew and respected – the man might have been named after the dangerous, wild wolf, but he understood a thing or two about foxes too: The cunning of the fox is as murderous as the violence of the wolf. And foxes always, always dig back doors. “Thank fuck for that,” Ice said fervently. “So what did you guys do?” “We set up a code word,” Scars said. “Well, more like a code decoy.”

There is emptiness in my head and only one desire, to disappear . - Everything is fine. - Repeated again and again inari, stroking my back. - They're gone. Go home. - I'm sorry. I whispered. - It's you who forgive me for letting you go alone. – Also quietly responded Fox. “I felt that you were unwell. And let Michael come to you. A shiver went through my entire body at his words. The fox hugged me tighter, feeling my condition. "I won't leave you alone again."

“But no — I’m not alright. They have pictures. They claim those people are my parents. Shadow Fang.” “I know,” he said, his expression grim. “My grandfather sent me. We intercepted the authentication requests Victor submitted. The documents are forgeries, Sophia. Expert ones — ancient-seeming — but forgeries nonetheless. The Fox family has spent centuries both creating and detecting supernatural falsifications.” The Fox family. The name struck me like a struck bell. “Fox,” I said slowly. “You mentioned that name before — the werewolf with lightning.”

I was lying in the sun one day as Hal was dealing with the rose bushes again when he suddenly exclaimed in frustration, "Damn these flowers! They really don't like me!" I chuckled and grabbed the watering can right next to me, splashing him with the cold water. Hal felt the water on his back and immediately turned around to playfully glare at me. "Excuse you, Winter Brooke! How dare you conspire with the roses to bully me as well?" Hal immediately came up to me and started tickling me as I laughed and begged for mercy. He wasn't a good cook, but he still practiced hard at it. One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even s

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?