Foxmanga Novels & Stories

His heavy leather boot came down on the back of my thigh, grinding my leg into the marble. "Say the word, Fox, and I will stop." I squeezed my eyes shut. Blood filled my mouth, metallic and hot. My left hand throbbed under its tight linen wrappings, every nerve in my arm screaming. I dug my fingernails into the stone cracks, forcing my upper body off the floor inch by inch. My red Fox tail lashed against the ground, wild and erratic. I turned my head sideways, looked straight at his polished boots, and spat a glob of thick, crimson blood right across his leather toes.

“I don’t know. My thoughts are all over the place. I can’t focus.” I wasn’t even hard behind my jeans. And it wasn’t because I wasn’t horny. I was. But maybe not for the man in front of me. Xavier noticed too when he cupped my groin over my jeans. “Hmm… your mood must be worse than I thought. But it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle.” His lips curled up in a mischievious grin, his eyes roving over me seductively. Any other person would have felt insulted and thrown me out. But not Xavier.

"I'm going to be sick." Cressida turned around from the front seat, blinking. Then she picked up a small, elegant diffuser from the center console. "You're not allergic to this scent, are you?" I saw what she was holding. A Silvermoon Herb diffuser. It was an herbal product used to stimulate a wolf's spirit. To a healthy wolf, it was just a pleasant aroma. But for a wolf with spirit decay, it triggered a violent rejection. He remembered. Seven years ago, I told him once that this scent made me sick.

Damon didn’t take his eyes off me, his face red with what I could only assume was anger. “What the hell has gotten into you?” He stepped away from the wall. I lifted my hand and pointed at him, fighting the urge to take out every ounce of pent up fury I had surging through my veins. “You and that entourage of fuck-faces think that this is all a game, some fucking power trip. You’re right, this shit is real. This shit is more real than your tiny little brain will ever be able to understand. So why don’t you just go and follow rex around like he’s the goddamn Anti-Christ, and leave the adulting to me.”

Vanessa lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. She straddled me and looked down at me, her eyes glowing dark red, almost black, with a look of pure hatred painted on her face. It was in that moment that I realized my sweet, innocent Vanessa really was gone, replaced by a monster made of twisted ideals, raw emotion, and an indomitable will to destroy humanity as we know it. She no longer saw me as her mother, but rather as an obstacle in the way of her achieving her goal.

Sera cried, voice breaking, silver sparks spraying helplessly from her trembling fingers. But Damien was already there. His wings beat once, hard and the sky ignited. He dropped like a meteor, claws outstretched, and smashed into the fox with earth-splitting force. Fire roared from his jaws, engulfing three of the tails in a burning inferno. The stench of scorched fur and sulfur filled the air.

I imagine the fox and Willow playing at tying one another up and the wolf sucking me off while we both watch, but I don’t cum until images of the half fae bartender joining the wolf flood my mind and I cum with a roar. That was fucking hot, but I don’t know where it came from. I have had orgies and threesomes, but never have I fantasized about such a situation or cum so hard from masterbating. The stress of getting everything finished for the club must be grating on me. I have to visit Morte Diem to check out how they handle a few things. They are the other supernatural club in town that has a similar theme and vibe and they are relatively new.

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.

Nicolas moved over by Zenya, who remained quiet and solemn. "Any thoughts," Nicolas asked softly. "No. I want to try and communicate with Amy, but I'm afraid." "Who's the vampire that hears telepathic communications?" "His name is Morris." "Who's the most dangerous vamp?" "That would be Amelia." "They have a female vampire?" "Victoria made her. Amelia hates all wolves, and isn't so fond of females of any species." "But she's female."

There was something so savage about the whole kiss, something that made her think of wild, dangerous creatures. Jamie closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the hunger of the kiss. Immediately an image slashed into her brain, a drawing from the ancient book she'd been reading. The sketch was of a wolf, magnificent in its thick black pelt. But the face of the wolf made her think of Miko Volta's face and the stunning impact jolted her out of the kiss. "My god!" Jamie pulled her mouth away but Mike still held her head in his grasp. "What?" His voice sounded almost like a growl.