Frozen Fox Novels & Stories

The ancient phoenix beast suddenly becomes a light and flies directly towards Frost chest before it vanishes completely. Frost touched her chest, there’s a warm feeling inside. Her lips lifted in a curve, she took a breath but the moment she did that a stinky smell assaulted her nose. She frowned in disgust. Noticing something, Frost looked at the snow wolf beast, Snowy is currently covering its nose.It was even distancing itself from Frost. Frost was damn speechless. Frost shook her head in helplessness and said, “Let’s go and find the nearest river.” Snowy happily strutted towards Frost but stopped when it’s one metre away from Frost. Seeing this, Frost laughed silently. This snow wolf bea

"Ember, don't be afraid." Looking at the beautiful fox on one of the top branches of the tree, Adolf assured. Maryn stared at the fox and muttered, "It indeed has a striking coat of fur that is marbled with white, black and blue. Its Amber eyes are glowing so beautifully, it has a really eye-catching appearance. It's a rare fox that looks so cute... I thought it was a husky but..." "Ember, don't panic." Hearing Adolf talk so loudly, Maryn was pulled out of her imagination. She skipped a glance at the scared fox and then back to Adolf.

The path I marked is gone. I swallow hard and turn away. Suddenly, a small shape scurries at the edge of my vision. I blink and gasp. It’s Snowflake, my childhood pet fox, white fur shining even in the dim light. My heart leaps with relief. “Snowflake?” I whisper, reaching out. But as I step closer, the beautiful fox’s body rots before my eyes. Its fur falls away like dead leaves, revealing flesh crawling with worms and bones breaking through the skin.

Andrius spoke softly, looking at Arctic Fox in the main seat. “Ah...” The Arctic Fox had long been frightened by Noir’s skills. Although Andrius only called him softly, he trembled and slid down the seat weakly, using the chair’s leg to barely support his body and prevent himself from making a bigger fool of himself. “Y-you...” The Arctic Fox looked at the three with a bewildered expression, his face full of confusion and fear. He asked in a trembling voice, “W-who the hell are you?” In his impression, Noir’s skills had already surpassed the limitations of the world.

Raven got out of the car and shifted into her wolf form. The transformation was faster than it should have been. Her bones cracked and reformed. Her skin rippled. Her consciousness split between animal and human with none of the usual integration process. She was small—barely larger than a large dog—and silver-furred, and absolutely terrified of what she was becoming. Through the bond, she felt Ash's shock. Mine. The thought wasn't words. It was raw consciousness transmitted through magical connection. It was desperation and possession and something approaching anguish. Raven bolted into the forest.

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

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.

The pressure was no joke but the elegance was on point. The one in the middle was the true terror. Just as Scarlette once told me, it was a three-eyed sun fox. It should have been called the golden fox because its fur was literally gold. I'm not talking about golden yellow or gold colour, I'm talking about real gold. The eye on its forehead was closed and the two opened were bright ultraviolet. It only had three tails but they were huge and fluffy, and it was the size of a six-storey building with a few inches.

Roxanne insisted shouting from behind. I prefered to ignore her and kept walking without turning back. I discreetly left the house, managing no one to see me and headed to the forest. When I reached the forest, I started feeling free and carefree. Our kind is inextricably linked to the forest. We can't live without it. It's in our blood. My wolf was already wagging his tail inside my head. "Relax Frosty. I'll give you the control as soon as we go deep in the forest" I reassured her. I named my wolf Frosty due to the pure white fur she has. Apart from me, Roxanne and some omega males and females have pure white fur. The rest of the pack members are usually black, brown or dark blue. When I wa

My brows pull together immediately. The sound comes again somewhere off to my right. Without thinking, I move toward it. Branches catch lightly against my sleeves as I push through thicker brush. The crying grows louder. Then I see it. “Oh no.” A small fox struggles frantically near the base of a tree close to a steep drop. One of its back legs is caught in a twisted wire snare half-hidden beneath wet leaves. Its reddish fur is soaked from the damp forest floor. The moment it notices me, it bares its teeth instantly.