Foxface Hunger Games Mutts Novels & Stories

“And she is lovely-looking. Maybe we should save her for dessert.” “We do need some breeders,” said one of the other ferals. He stepped up to her, shoving the short one aside. The ferals looked at Jenna with hunger. “I think I will have some sweets before dinner.” He glanced at the short one for his reaction. Then his body hardened in panic as an arrow pierced his eye and gouged into his brain. Before his pals realised what had happened, another arrow buried itself in his other eye. The feral fell to the ground, blind and dead.

“I patched what I could, but we need real parts. Unless one of you can magic a new engine out of thin air, we camp here till morning and then check again.” Lucas opened a pack and handed out food. Dried meat, protein bars, a bottle of water. My stomach growled loud enough for all three of us to hear. Jax raised a brow. “Someone’s wolf is hungry.” I glared at him, but when Lucas passed me a bar, I took it. My fingers brushed his for a second. A small spark shot up my arm, quick and hot. I ignored it. We ate around the fire. Jax, of course, couldn’t keep his mouth shut for long.

Had most likely been around others of their kind before they had been stolen. Clutching at the door, I felt my energy waver. I had used too much. Consumed too little of the deer today to last me through the night. Wolves burned through calories easily. Especially if you hadn't eaten a lot an hour or two before you expended your energy. "Does anyone of you speak English?" I asked, breath raspy. Most of them nodded. Stood up. It was only in human form that I noticed the squalor they sat in. Feces. Vomit. Piss. No blankets to speak of. Hard floors and buckets overflowing with waist.

“We can make it.” The smell of smoke wafted to our noses and started to engulf us. The sounds of heavy breathing were almost missed before a large gray wolf with matted fur and a scarred-up snout came charging at us, a rogue. Behind him, a large molasses wolf with a white underbelly trailed furiously, Matt. I shoved Harriet out of the way just in time as I took the brunt of the gray wolf’s charge. I was smacked into a tree and a gasp escaped my lips. I tasted metallic blood in my mouth as I tried to catch my breath. Matt’s eyes were raging black pearls as he tackled the rogue. Matt furiously tried to snap at his opponent’s neck. The rogue was able to shove Matt off of him. The two started ci

) and bounced away; Finn could feel his contentedness well up inside of him before spilling over into his own emotions, and he let it, let it fill his mind and body. “Disgusting”. Fox grumbled from his spot on the couch, in his usual spot with an arm wrapped around Jax’s shoulders. His partner slapped him on the shoulder lightly, scolding him. “No, wrong, they’re absolutely adorable,” He said, shaking his fists in tiny, excited motions and smiling widely, “you can't tell me they’re not the cutest thing to happen all year.” Fox rolled his eyes. “Don’t be a hypocrite”. Finn added meekly; Fox stared at him with his sharp gaze, the kind of look that Finn had to build up an immunity to.

Chapter 4: Saved... or maybe not. Murry woke up to more terrible agony than he'd ever felt in his life. His eyes rolled to one side. A hairy creature was eating the layers of skin off the top of his forearm without the armband. His eyes widened at the horrible image. A long green tongue was licking and sucking his mangled flesh. Blood poured out of Murry as razor-sharp teeth scraped and sliced. Murry would never be able to get that image out of his head for the rest of his life.

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.

"You must be unique. Men like that. It excites them." Trish and her friends were walking past. Trish murmured to her familiar and Glenda’s red eyes stared up at her in adoration. There was still the rat to take care of first. She looked at Finn in consideration. "Do foxes eat rodents?" His golden eyes flashed in mischief and he gave her a toothy smile. "They taste like chicken." "Finnegan Fox." She reached over and petted him between the ears and he closed his eyes in pleasure. "How useful you are."

There was not a single trace of worry or concern on her face. “I’m good. We could always order more food later if it’s not enough!” Fane smiled as he rubbed his fists. “Explaining things to trash like you is wasting a lot of my time and energy. I think my fists can do the explaining better!” “Haha! Do you think I’ll be scared?” Felix laughed aloud and waved his hand, signaling the other three thugs to attack Fane. Boom! Bang! Pow! Nevertheless, with a few simple strokes and punches, the wolves plopped onto the ground, clutching at their chests in pain before they started to cry. Pain seethed through them with a terrible intensity. It felt like being eaten from the inside out by a sharp-tooth

Eva asked him shining her newly colored blue eyes at him. Luca smiled and said "You see, a Wolf will not protect what he has until he's challenged by another Wolf who wants to take it" "Huh?" Eva said and Luca stood up and patted her head and said "Soon you'll understand Eva" ~~~~