Fox-verse Novels & Stories

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.

The sound rang against the surrounding trees, bouncing, harsh. The fox flinched. So did she. Silence rushed in afterward, heavy and close. The leg was free. But ruined. Torn flesh gaped. Shattered bone jutted white. Already, blood seeping into the snow turned it a dark, ugly red. “There,” Luna whispered. “There. Free. Free, you hear me?” The word echoed oddly in her own head. Free. The fox’s chest still heaved. Its eyes squeezed shut briefly, then opened again.

" Take the both of them and go as far from here as you can. We will try to hold them till our last breath. The princess should not have a problem in water. You can carry them forth from that spot you land on, one by one. " The Fox nodded. He understood his assignment. He saluted the wolf in charge, gave them a hug and departed. It was a final goodbye. The wolves were going to sacrifice themselves but their was no time to mourne or feel sad. With Ruby and Xie gone, the wolves leapt in the water, ravaging through the creatures of the underworld in their beast forms, clawing and tearing their rotten sinews and veins. The Fox fell with a splash in the middle of the unadulterated ocean. The ocean

The Faewolves were hybrids, a product of fairies mating with werewolves. Arez had consulted Selene the moon goddess through the Faewolves as it was prophesied that would conquer. Arez and the Faewolves went to war and defeated the vampires but the greed of Arez led him to rape a young vampire woman and then, he took her for himself.

How strange was that? Channeling my inner sarcastic bitch, I puffed out my chest and lowered my voice to a deep rumble. “Fear not, little wolf, I will protect you. For I am Azrael, God of Wolves and stalkerish obsessions.” “My, what a deep voice for such a small girl.” With a gasp, I spun towards the sound.

She announced. Hesitantly, I joined in, my voice shaky at first but growing stronger as I found the rhythm. The vibration in my chest felt like a key turning in a lock, opening something deep within me. As we hummed together, I soon felt the smell of a new scent, floral and wild, followed by a soft rustle of leaves, which piqued my interest. My eyes flew open, and there, standing before me, was a magnificent white wolf. Viola, in her wolf form, was a vision of grace and power.

If I could just get to safety— The trees ahead of me exploded. A monstrous figure stepped through the flames. I barely had time to register the sheer size of it—easily fifteen feet tall, its body made of coal and molten fire. Its glowing ember eyes locked onto me, burning with something far worse than rage. Purpose. A deep, distorted voice rumbled through the clearing. “The time has come.” The air turned heavy, crackling with unnatural energy. My wolf recoiled, instinctively knowing we were facing something beyond our world. "We shall claim the Helm of the Gifted."

We drove carefully while Christmas music played on the radio. “I don’t know what it is, but I just love Christmas even though we don’t celebrate it.” Alex laughed. “I just love all the lights, the Christmas tree, the idea of everyone opening presents together on Christmas morning. I wish werewolves celebrated something similar. I guess we have winter solstice, but it’s not really the same, eh?” He looked so sweet as I peered over at him, a small smile on his face as we drove. He was so handsome, his face so perfect like a master sculptor had carved it. I looked back at the road only to spot a flying deer heading toward the windshield. A flying deer???

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

"I'll do it. I'll help you create your album. But first, I need to... sit down... or... someth–" I feel my knees give way. The last thing I see is Felix leaping off the porch towards me, a streak of black as I crash down into the darkness.