Growling Fox Novels & Stories

I shuffled and he jumped a little bit. "This is odd, I've never seen him act like this. He usually tears his meat apart in seconds." He didn't even acknowledge her voice. I was frozen in terror. What if this wolf could get out? Is there a possibility? Kari grabbed my arm he let out a deep growl and stared at her for the first time. The sound that came from his throat sent chills to my bones. She even froze this time. The growl was continuous until she let go of me. I guess she got curious and grabbed me again. Just like the first time, he growled. She shoved me slightly, he jumped to his feet with his eyes on me. When he saw me stable myself, he growled louder at her. His muzzle scrunched up

When I pop back up, I notice an old large tree with a thick blanket of foliage, enough to hide us if we were to climb it. “We are going to camp out in that tree.” I tell her, spurring myself forward. Gwen pauses at the massive trunk and stares up with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?” “Foxes don’t like to be in trees. We tend to burrow below them.” I give her a strange look. “Didn’t you just find out you were a fox?” “Yeah, but I took wilderness class in highschool. It’s a required in werewolf schools, so we learn respect for the creatures within,” she gives me a shrug.

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

Their fur rippled as they moved, and their mouths were filled with teeth that gleamed like knives. A dozen of them. Maybe more. They formed a semicircle around us, blocking the path to the village. The largest one, its fur streaked with silver, stepped forward and growled. The sound was low and threatening, a warning. "Stay behind me," I said. I stepped forward, placing myself between the foxes and my family. The frost in my core stirred, cold and eager. The beast within me was hungry. The silver-streaked fox lunged.

“Remi.” Remi tilted his head like a bird studying prey. “I told you the Blood Moon would rise. You didn’t listen. Now Greko belongs to us.” Behind him, movement stirred—slender fox-shapes slipping through the ruins, their eyes glowing sly gold. The Werefoxes. To the side, hulking shapes lumbered from the shadows, tusks gleaming—Wereboars. The air filled with the stink of them, wild and cruel. I gripped Lyran’s arm. My voice shook, but I forced the words out. “They… they killed everyone?”

My whole life is a problem. I grip the chain tighter as I look around. I focus on the next things that will happen to me. I shouldn't have stayed here! But it was too late. I already met my demise as the growl became louder. It was near, I got the chills all over my body when the growls echoed inside the forest and seriously, that growling is different and I haven't heard the kind of growling before, it seems like it was crying, calling someone or worse it is calling a whole pack of werewolves!

He changed his dirty clothes and looked clean which makes him recognizably young but his husky voice doesn’t match his face. “I want you to release the white fox,” Niffa said. “White fox? Where? I never command anyone to hunt, Merfoy said it’s forbidden,” Therens said. “It wasn’t you, it was Goryo’s friends who hunt them.” Niffa and Therens approach the gate and saw the fox man trying to break the huge cage. “Hey, let me help,” Niffa flamed up the steel and melted it, but all of a sudden the white fox jump in front of her and leave a deep scratch on her shoulder area.

We couldn't see anything, not ourselves but feel each other and heard screams of everyone wanting to be free from the dark clouds around us. I cried scared of what was happening. Suddenly my eyes opened hearing a loud growl. A werewolf. My body shakes holding my mom scared. "We found that sheep in wolf clothing!" I heard Bazar yell. My fingers dug into my mom's skin but frightened as I heard the werewolf and protectors fighting. I screamed as it made a loud sound of being killed. "Get rid of the wolfsbane," I heard Bazaar.

I want to rip out the throats of those who made her feel like she is nothing, like she’s a speck of dust floating in the wind, when she’s so much more. I reach out and stroke her cheek, moving the hair out of her face, and immediately feel that spark again. Baron opens his eyes, and we both see something underneath the surface, something staring at us with eyes the color of emeralds. It has crimson markings, similar to tattoos all along its coat, and grins when it sees us and stands up; only when it does this can I finally make out what I am seeing. A huge fucking silver-furred fox.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.