Frozen Fox Novels & Stories

Milo found himself in the frozen forest before Althea and the wolf once again, but for once, this visit was entirely intentional. The wolf raised his head first and Milo nodded in respect to the beast, but when Milo’s eyes shifted to Althea her body remained motionless. She was still kneeling and her body was upright, but her eyes were shut and frost had gathered heavily across her lashes. His stomach lurched as he thought about poor old Bernie and how Milo had not even noticed because he had left his body in such a life-like position, not unlike Althea’s was now.

Everyone sighs deeply in relief when I hear the wheels screeching on the asphalt, indicating that they’re gone. Beware of the Fox? These four words are keep playing on my mind even Francois is long gone. Fox? FOX Fuck! François Oscar Xavier. François Oscar Xavier is the Fox.

Snow stepped up as she took out her double-bladed dagger. “Me too,” Nayara took the stance of an archer and aimed her crossbow at the fox on the ground. The fox shook its head and the wound on its chest slowly healed. Snow frowned, ‘Self-healing abilities?’ This was naturally not an ability of a fox, but rather an acquired ability. Snow thought back to the mortals earlier and wondered how many of them were taken to create this fox with self-healing abilities.

"That's impossible!" However, Michelle was already panicking in the corner. Noticing her distress, Melvin stepped forward with faux concern. "Honey, you look pale. Is something wrong?" Michelle scrambled to close her banking app. "Darling, the finance department missed a payment to a client. They need it urgently, so I was going to cover it myself, but my account seems to be frozen. Could you transfer me 150 thousand—" Before she could finish, Melvin interrupted coldly. "I'm the one who froze it."

“I don’t want to wait either, but I am really hungry, can you forgive me, Baby?” He asked while giving me a pout. He looked so adorable and I couldn’t bring it to myself to not forgive him. Nakoa was purring in our mind and showing me images of what could happen after we ate. I heard Jax laugh when my stomach let out a loud growl indicating that I was really hungry as well. Jax moved away and smacked my behind before he left the bathroom to get dressed. I walked out as he slid the pajama bottoms off leaving him naked. I let out an involuntary made a guttural sound in the back of my throat from Nakoa. He called it clicketing and told me that this noise was usually made when it was mating seas

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

An average human without powers couldn’t possibly defeat a fox demon with powers. Right then, it suddenly started snowing through the ceiling. Xyla was stunned by what she saw. Snowflakes fell onto the ground one by one. In the end, they all turned into white fox fur… The scent of sandalwood in the air grew even stronger.

I sighed audibly and heard another cry of the phoenix. I guess this is the start of my journey.

The sound of rustling pages faded, replaced by a sudden, violent rushing sound in my ears. White. Everywhere was blinding, freezing white. I wasn't sitting in a warm classroom. I was breathing in air so cold it burned my lungs . The smell of pine and wet earth overwhelmed my nostrils. I was moving, heavy and exhausted, my boots sinking deep into packed snow. There was a weight on my back. A heavy, solid weight. “Put me down, Foster,” a voice hissed in my ear. It was Ward’s voice, but it wasn't the calm, detached tone he used during lectures. It was raw. “I can walk. Put me the hell down.”