Harry Potter Fox Novels & Stories

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

“What fox?” “This one here. Don’t you see it? Guarding that shadow?” She points to the corner of the page where there is, indeed, a little white fox, and behind it, the shadow of a… a great wolf. A strange sense drifts over me as I slowly turn the page.

These questions were going on in Alastair's mind as he step back. " I don't...know...what you're talking...about " He managed to reply, stuttering. He stylishly brought out his second wand. Phoenix spotting the wand let out a snort. Just glaring at it, the wand caught fire and Alastair immediately dropped it to the floor where it burned to ashes. " Where is the Golden Dagger, Alastair? Stop wasting my time " Phoenix stopped on getting to him, breathing out in anger. She didn't even let Alastair say a word as she clutched his neck and hauled him close.

King Lancelot A forest of pine trees stood tall and proud, their needles whispering in the wind. In the center of the clearing, a circle of foxes stood, their tails waving gently. In the very center of the circle, a throne sat, carved from the finest wood. On the throne, an ancient fox rested, his eyes closed in repose. The other foxes stood guard, their ears alert for any sign of danger. The scene was peaceful, yet there was a sense of anticipation in the air, as if something momentous was about to happen.

Xabat snorted and released the condensed Tai Chi Power in her hands, morphing them into two golden foxes that bellowed like thunder, hurtling straight toward James. Confronted with the mystical force, James remained motionless. As the two golden foxes charged forward, he bore an ominous grin. Then, something strange occurred. Upon reaching James, the two golden foxes abruptly halted and their roars silenced. Their bodies underwent a rapid reduction, transforming into two small nine-tailed foxes.

Yet, here I am, in a castle where I’m about to attend school. “Do the stairs change positions?” I whisper to Forrest, since he is the closest to me. He raises an eyebrow. “Why would they do that?” “Never mind,” I mumble. Right. I forgot. They don’t even know what Harry Potter is. “Explain yourself,” he demands, not leaving me room to argue. I roll my eyes. Forrest truly is the “alpha.” “It’s from this movie,” I say, waving my hand. Though, it’s much more than just a movie. It’s easier to explain it this way though.

They were snarling at me, licking their chomps in my face, when I heard a voice behind me. The women were just like the foxes colors, the cross Fox was a tanned woman with long orange red hair, the black fox was white with black hair, and the red Fox was white with red hair, what freaked me out es that none of them had eyes, they where all skin, and bones. They didn’t move an inch, the sky had changed back to dark, but the white fox in the middle didn’t, it actually glowed, “okay now I know I’m drunk on my birthday, because this all looks a freaky version of an alien abduction,” I start to massage my head because now I think that I imaged the voice that spoke from behind me. It scared me tha

, he grinned cheekily. "Yeah?" Raven hummed pushing to stand up, "When was that?" he teased. "About seven and a half hours ago", he answered honestly, standing fluidly the fox in his arms, "You know a baby fox is called a kit, not a puppy", he pointed out. Raven still rearing from the sudden new information, he stared at Zen shocked, and before he could say anything about it, Marcia and Pyria stepped back out into the yard, the latter making a beeline for him, bracing for the impact he winced as the elf picked him up, forgetting her strength.

"Mines a dog. Favourite book?" "Fantastic Mr Fox." I told him. Taking the jar. He snorted at my answer. "Okay. What's your last name?" "You're not going to believe me." I told him laughing. He squinted at me. "Why not?" I didn't realise I was smiling at him. "It's Fox." "You're right. I don't believe you." Cassar shook his head at me. I laughed. "You don't have to believe me, but it's the truth."

"It's far more precious than the one I gave Amara!" I looked at him. Then, right in front of him, I tossed the crystal to a silver fox at my feet. The little fox snatched it in its mouth and ran off. "No—" Darian let out a desperate howl. "The only thing I want," I said coldly, "is for you to get the hell off my lands." Darian collapsed to the ground, completely broken. Just then, a commotion started outside the barrier. "Darian! Darian!" A ragged figure came stumbling toward him.