Fox X Wolf Novels & Stories

Rex growled and walked towards him. "You are an insolent little whelp, with no respect, and a very small brain." the wolf cursed at the human who calmly and steadily walked toward him. Rex's eyes burned red, and a dense, red smoke rose from each footstep he took. "I never taught you that. Red auras belong to," his wolf was cut off as a tendril of red smoke curled up his front legs, binding him to the spot.

Quent sat up straighter, the teacher in him excited to for the lesson. "The Werewolf is a hybrid of human and wolf that has been around since the dawn of mankind. The exact origins are unknown, despite many origin stories. When in wolf form, we maintain our human size and cognitive abilities. When in human form, we maintain a wolf's senses. There is also a transitional stage between the two that we can enter. In our everyday lives, we are stronger, faster, and heal more quickly." "Do you change on the full moon? What happens to your clothes when that happens? And if you bit me, would I become a wolf too?" Chloe asked, her questions spilling out like water from a pitcher. "What about silver?"

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

“Go on.” I glanced around again before lowering my voice. “Felix met with two wolves again last night. Not from here. Outsiders. I followed him without him knowing." She raised her brow at that and I rolled my eyes. "I can be very sneaky when I want to be." Her lips twitched at that. "Outsiders?” she repeated. “From which pack?" “I couldn’t tell,” I said. “They weren’t wearing any symbols. But they talked like they’d been here before. Like they knew the layout. They could have been rogues poised as helpers or something.”

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

My paws pounded against the hard concrete as I didn’t think I just jumped. One of the wolves had something small in it’s mouth, something like a pelt, no… a black fox? It was limp as he tossed it to the side and gave me a snarl. I returned by clamping my mouth over his biting with a force that ripped is nose from is face. The taste of blood, bone, saliva, all fueling me to release and clamp down on his neck tearing a chunk out and allowing him to collapse. Where is Freya? I growled to Oliver who was in the process of tearing off the leg of one wolf who thought he could be pinned.

While the Hox’s had gray fur, it had poisonous claws that could double itself. The Hox’s wolf doubled itself into four and ganged up on Liam's. They used their poison fangs and claws to injure it. When they almost hit it, Liam screamed, "Hold on!" It roared, then gave one weak kick that sent the original Hox’s wolf flying away. It made the other wolves perish in defeat. Hox winced and almost attacked Liam if Doron didn't do something. "For whatever reason, stop! Why do you always fight every time you meet? Stop! Liam! Hox! Stop or I will kick you both out!”

an orange-red creature resembling flames. A fox? A wolf and a fox... two completely different beings, coexisting in the same body, fighting for control over the human host, becoming the sole spirit. Struck by lightning, Sibyl stood there in shock. She had once again encountered these two split spirits! Liam also noticed the abnormality of the large wolf. It was in pain, convulsing between two states. When he saw the red fox appear, he was thoroughly enraged. "Carl, it's you!" Liam uttered the name he had buried in his heart for ten years. The fox! He could never forget Carl.

The girl gave him a smirking look. Foxie walked away from the opponent after a few seconds. It's just in its normal dog-like form. That indicates that this one isn't quite fully prepared yet. Werewolves that can transform into humanoid forms, like Lawrence, are much more powerful and difficult to deal with.

"Come here, asshole. I'll show you what happens when you mess with a wolf." The fox takes off running, but I'm right on his heels. I lunge at him, my wolf form coming to life as I jump into the air and attempt to grab him with my powerful jaws. The fox is fast, though, and he hops on my back before I can reach him, biting down hard on my shoulder. I yelp in pain and try to shake him off, but he holds on tight. I stumble around blindly, trying to dislodge the fox from my back. He's relentless and it feels like no matter what I do, he won't let go of me.