Foxface Hunger Games Mutts Novels & Stories

Paisley replied. “ Then you must be Blink, right?” Hudson asked and Paisley nodded. “ What level of mutant are you?” Alvara asked. “ Gamma level, Alvara, jeez you ask a lot of questions” Hudson groaned, making Alvara hiss. “ Well sorry, unlike you I’m not familiar with all these mutant stuff so I’ve got to ask questions” She glared. “ Ok enough you two” Paisley cut them off. “ Both of you should freshen up, I’ll send Mila to get you something to eat” She added before heading out.

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good. “Mutants,” I told her.

Still, Fedora couldn't help but feel grateful, as this meant she might have a chance to visit her own family after the activity. As Fedora entered the activity area with the other members of the Luna Association, her eyes widened in surprise. There, amidst the bustling crowd, were a group of orphaned pups. Despite their skinny appearance, they exuded a joyous energy that warmed Fedora's heart. It seemed that the presence of the Lunas had brought a newfound cheerfulness to their lives. Fedora couldn't help but be drawn to them, and soon they became fast friends.

Then they go to fetch their own plates. Luna looks excited for the first time today, a feral smile on her face as she eyes the deer and roasted vegetables. She lowers her head, grabs the meat between her teeth, starts gnawing like a dog with a bone. She hunches over her food, snarling and growling I reach over, ready to teach her some fucking manners. What the fuck? She grew up with a lone wolf, but this… This is beyond that. She’s like an animal even in human form.

Cal seems to be so frazzled by the unexpected arrival of one of the three packs of Westfall in the middle of the night that Sasha was even forced to join her parents while half of the Slaves prepare a feast while half are entertaining the wolves of Night Storm Pack, naked and bare despite some of them have fresh wounds inflicted by the Fire Moon Pack’s wicked Alpha. That was a nightmare, yes. But with Shadow Rose Pack’s presence in their territory…it’s like comparing the bite of a cat to a lion. And one sure knows which is which. As she peeked outside the rusty bars of their cell, everyone was silent. Whether they are sleeping or some have just entirely given up, died—in the more candid term

Mutt sneered disdainfully, grabbed Mimi by the neck, and threw her onto the bed. Mimi wanted to fight back, but the intense pain had completely drained her. Her mind was dizzy, while her vision was spotty. She couldn’t even see clearly. She lay there, unable to move. Only her chest was rising and falling intensely. “You just had to kick me, didn’t you?” Mutt sneered. “You b*tch! I’m gonna make sure that you’ll never forget me for the rest of your life, tonight!”

That smell—shit. "They are mutts," I whisper to Rus. I can’t fight wolves, this is bad. Rus furrows his brows, not understanding what I am saying "Thye won’t just let us go." "Look, man, please forgive my friend. He is clueless," I wave my hands in the air. Completely surrendering to them. The same one that spoke earlier laughs hysterically. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. They walk closer to us "He should put his fists where his mouth is" they are gloating. They know they can’t be defeated by him. Would I be able to watch them beat him up?

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

"Gold-digger mutt—bleeds her mate dry!" "I thought she was noble. Guess she's just silver-hungry trash!" The mob riled hotter by the second. Then a snarl: "Take back what's Alpha Samzor's!" Wolves stormed our land. Our guards held as long as they could, but the mob was too thick. Chaos broke—snarls, shouts, claws flashing. They shoved through the line, grabbing anything they could sink teeth or claws into. "She's the greedy mutt!" someone howled.

Even if the fanny packs stayed forever. The laughter finally began to subside, settling into soft chuckles and grins that lingered on everyone’s faces. That is, until Cheyenne’s stomach growled so loudly it sounded like a small bear. She clutched her gut dramatically. “And there it is. My inner beast demands blood sacrifice—or bacon. Whichever’s closer.” “Gods, same,” Tora said, rubbing her belly. “All that world-saving burns some serious calories.” “Okay, okay,” Ben laughed, heading toward the cabin’s sprawling outdoor kitchen setup. “Let’s feed the warriors before we have a mutiny.”