Fox-verse Novels & Stories

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

Carrie is already at the front door, fumbling with the knob, which refuses to turn, only it’s nothing except rust on the bolt and when she twists again, hard, the door flies open, blessed sunlight bursting through. Carrie unlocks the passenger door of the mini-car and throws herself across the seats, followed by Trent. He barely manages to pull his feet inside before she twists the key, hits the gas, and veers into the road, almost sideswiping a delivery van. As he slams his door, Trent glances out the rear window. Angry Fox appears in the warehouse doorway, sans pants and flopping meatily, black plastic eyes gleaming in the sun. Angry Fox makes a pistol sign with his big white paw and mimes

"I know that much." "You know the label. You don't know what it means." He stops before a heavy door, old wood bound with iron. "Foxes aren't wolves. They're not pack creatures. They don't bow to Alphas or submit to blood bonds or respect the hierarchies that keep the werewolf world ordered. Foxes are singular. Their power comes from truth, from seeing what really is instead of what people claim to be. And that power, real Fox power, the kind that's been dormant in your bloodline for generations, it can do things wolf magic can't."

"Can your fox-fire construct a wall big enough to fool a horde that size?" "It won't just fool them, Your Majesty," Vixen said, a sharp, predatory smile showing her sharp fangs. "It's going to piss them off. Fox-fire corps, ignite the perimeter! Drive them into the bottleneck!" At her command, fifty silver-haired fox-fire mages stationed along the lower battlements raised their hands in unison. Long streams of blinding, spirit-burning flame shot into the air, crisscrossing over the open valley floor. The fire didn't just burn; it twisted space, bending the light until a massive, towering illusory mountain range seemed to snap into existence across the southern flank, blocking the wraiths' vi

She was only now noticing it. *Heavenly Foxes possess great charm. They can hone their abilities and capture even the hearts of the most hardened individuals. It is one of the reasons why they are so fearful. Even when they aren’t trying, one cannot help but grow closer to them. One cannot help but draw closer to them. She may not be intentionally doing it, but her charm has reached you. In time, you may appreciate her more than your actual parents. It’s a good thing that she helped you overcome this crisis but be careful. You do not want to forget who your actual parents are, do you?*

I took out a syringe, "This is the latest drug developed specifically for werewolves. After taking it, you will lose consciousness and obey. So you'll do anything I let you to. And if I ask you to tell the truth, you'll obediently tell it. I'm getting old and can't stand such a ruthless scene. You tell me, shall you talk or shall I ask you to talk?" Black Fox's eyes were colder, "There's no such drug in this world." "Huh, whether there is or not, you'll find out." I approached Black Fox with the syringe, whispering in his ear, "Soon, you'll know what it's like to suffer more than death."

“I know you’re pissed. I get it. You want her to crawl. You want to make a point. But you and I both know you don’t want that to be the way you get her back.” “You done.” He exhaled. “I’m done.” Movement cut across the edge of the corridor. I stopped. A small body darted past the ward’s shadow. Red fur. Thin legs. A fox. “Chase.” “Yeah.” “I’ll call you back.” I killed the line. The honshu surged. I dropped the phone into my pocket and let the beast through. Bones stretched. Skin tore. Black fur flooded my vision. Claws hit stone. The corridor shook. Breath filled my chest in a hard drag.

There was something so savage about the whole kiss, something that made her think of wild, dangerous creatures. Jamie closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the hunger of the kiss. Immediately an image slashed into her brain, a drawing from the ancient book she'd been reading. The sketch was of a wolf, magnificent in its thick black pelt. But the face of the wolf made her think of Miko Volta's face and the stunning impact jolted her out of the kiss. "My god!" Jamie pulled her mouth away but Mike still held her head in his grasp. "What?" His voice sounded almost like a growl.

She was something more. Something divine. Her wolf form began to shift—not back into a human, but into something else. Her body elongated, her fur shimmering, her golden eyes burning like stars. Her claws grew longer, her fangs sharper, her presence unbearable. She was all of it. The rage. The grief. The vengeance. She was a Moonbold and also a Blackwood. And she was going to destroy them. Maddox moved first, desperation flashing in his eyes as he lunged with the blade.

My gaze sharpening slightly as I let my power slip through the facade I build around me. I let him feel, let him taste it. “Fox spirits have different categories, just like how there are normal wolves and ones born with alpha blood in them. Lesser foxes are spirits that never make it past their first few centuries, they chase chaos, feed on scraps of power, and they don’t tend to last long”I say grimly as a soft breath leaves me. “While my kind, we were different.”I say as I take a slow step, but not towards him just shifting, grounding myself in what I am.