Growling Fox Novels & Stories

I must admit, it’s such a stupid thing to be going after an unknown ghostly voice that i do not even recognize. My head turned to where the indistinct voice was coming from. My feet involuntarily move backwards towards the front door of the house that now feels so incredibly far from where I am. My eyes widened as I stared into 2 big yellow eyes that just appeared under the dark shadows of the trees. I could hear a low growl coming out from the big wolf. I have never seen this wolf before in my life but I have a strong feeling that he doesn’t belong here.

Two foxies immediately jumped on them, each placing themselves on Jai and Darrion’s thighs and making themselves comfortable. “What are these creatures?” Jai asked, patting the foxy that was lying on his thigh. It looked like a mix of a fox and an axolotl. It has the body of a chubby baby fox, and three pairs of protruding furs that are different in color on each side of their faces. The body fur is pure white while the three pairs of furs are green in color. “They’re very cute.” The dragon smiled and took the other foxy into her arms. “These are Grenyas. They’re the predictors of weathers. If there’s a storm coming, I will not open the portal for them to play outside…”

they say to the growling wolf before turning to me and winking. I think the little fox has more of an idea of what is soon to be revealed than the wolf. The wolf is a serious warrior and seriously sexy. His drink contains some herbs that soothe and ease a wolf’s nerves and helps them relax, blended with some herbs that heighten their sensual side.

“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

“ROGUES! ROGUES! THE PACK IS UNDER ATTACK.” A loud growl tore through the air, the sound menacing and dangerous. And suddenly I saw them, not one, not ten, wolves, rushing towards the pack, tearing through skin. And all hell let loose.

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

There, half-hidden under snow and leaf-mold, lay the cruel gleam of rusted metal teeth. They had snapped shut around the fox’s lower leg, crushing flesh and bone. Blood had frozen in stiff, blackish clumps around the wound; fresher red oozed sluggishly where movement had broken scabs. Anger flared, instant and white-hot. Traps. Wolves used them. Humans. Rogues. She didn’t know who had laid this one, only that it was too heavy for the fox to drag and too cruel to leave. The fox let out another low growl, weaker this time.

This was the first time Caspian did not hurt his opponent despite using the Ghoul-Locker Spear! The flickering sparks illuminated the Three-Tailed Fox's face, and it appeared even gloomier and more sinister than before. At this moment, the demon fox laughed evilly, snapping its iron-like claws and directly grabbing the tip of the Ghoul-Locker Spear. "I'd like to see what else you can do!" The Three-Tailed Fox smiled even more cunningly, and it hoped to see Caspian panic. However, the Three-Tailed Fox found that Caspian was sneering instead. Instinctively, it felt something was wrong and wanted to let go.

"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.

A crow made of shimmering light burst forth, its wings flaring wide as it took to the sky. “Find Harold,” Dale commanded. “Tell him everything!” The crow let out a piercing cry and disappeared into the canopy. We ran until our legs could carry us no further, finally coming to a rocky outcrop that loomed before us like a dead end. Dale cursed under his breath, pulling out yet another card. “These aren’t ordinary foxes,” he said hurriedly, his eyes scanning the area for an escape. “They’re part of a clan that’s been at war with the wolves for centuries.”