Fox X Wolf Novels & Stories

The sparrow landed next to the fox whose fur was a light red with its muzzle covered in gray and white. Kate said nothing as she stood her ground. "I am sorry for startling you two, I come from the wolf pack, but I wished to see if the rumor of the two young foxes were true. It's been quite a while since I've seen one of the same species as I." The elderly fox said as she sat on the ground, sweeping her tail around herself. "If you come from the wolf pack why are you here?" Kate asked. Narrowing her eyes at the fox. "Like I said I came to see if the rumors were true and to deliver a message from the alpha." The fox replied and Kate perked her ears. "Alina, would you like to tell them?" The e

Felix bit hard at the coils around him, trying to break free, but pain shot through the large wolf as the coils grew tighter and more painful. Seeing Felix's struggle, he forced himself to his feet and swung his weapon with deadly accuracy, slashing further at the wound in the witch's neck. Felix fell to the ground, limping towards him before collapsing and returning to his normal form. "Felix!" he shouted, leaning on his weapon as he bent down and lifted the wolf into his arms, even though bending down made his head spin. Feeling a sense of foreboding creep up on him as he stared at the wolf, Mike muttered his lover's name anxiously, "Selene."

Did he really think I had a hand in it? Xara growled fiercely as we stood up, ready to defend ourselves. We wouldn’t allow them to tie us up for no fault of ours. “I have no connection with Felixe. Let me go.” He didn’t listen to a word I spoke, his bones cracking as he shifted into his wolf form. The enormous brownish copper-shaded creature loomed over me, and I knew we didn’t stand a chance against him. The pitch black wolf, called Leandros, snarled back, approaching closer. “Stay away from me!” I growled menacingly, full on attacking mode. He stopped and turned to look at Zephyrus in confusion.

they say to the growling wolf before turning to me and winking. I think the little fox has more of an idea of what is soon to be revealed than the wolf. The wolf is a serious warrior and seriously sexy. His drink contains some herbs that soothe and ease a wolf’s nerves and helps them relax, blended with some herbs that heighten their sensual side.

Then he shook his head, pointing to his hand. “Yes, yes, it’s up to your paws,” I blurted out. The wolf shook again and sniffed at her. What does it mean? Ready to share your high quality snobby spit? I looked at him unsurely. Okay, I don't have a choice, I need my arm active and on my shoulder. I carefully began to unbind my hand, and the wolf began to step on its paws from impatience. Seeing the wound, he whimpered plaintively, sniffed carefully and licked carefully. I twitched at the unaccustomed touch, but the wolf looked at me so imploringly that I returned my hand. Yes, he did not spare saliva! I hope I did not in vain stifle my disgust for a beaten minute, and the wound will begin to

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

My wolf is hot on his heels. He jumps out a window and I follow. In the desert sun, I chase Xavier down. Catching up and pinning him down in the sand. He’s biting at everything he can. I grab his front leg and snap it. I grab his other one and tear it off at the shoulder. Xavier’s wolf is screaming. My wolf stands over him. He’s covered in blood. Xavier’s eyes go wide as my wolf practically swallows his head. I plant my paws on his chest and twist. His neck snaps and I pull, tearing his head from his neck. Xavier is finally dead.

[Xavier’s POV] There was a wolf in the woods. Its fur was a mixture of a flame-like blue colour, matching the colour of its icy blue eyes which seemed all too familiar, and a sparkling white colour which shone like stars in the night sky. Upon meeting my gaze, the wolf turned around and began to run further deep into the woods.

It locks down a wolf and slows healing if it gets into your system in low amounts but deadly in high doses. “I’ll ask one more time. Who helped you Felix?” Felix’s hazel eyes snapped up to mine in answer. Determination and defiance. “So be it. One more night in here then.” I said as I nodded at my man and he began pouring the liquid over the open chest wounds.