Hunger Games Foxface Novels & Stories

And from what Maeve had told me, discretion was not a problem with him. “Luna Elena,” the man said, his voice slightly muffled behind his mask—which depicted, I realized now that I was closer, the face of a red fox. “I never expected to see your pretty white face in a place like this. What’s a little snowbunny like you doing this far from the warren, hm?”

My heart beats wildly not because of anxiety but because of fear. There is something on your face, "he whispers in a husky voice.. "What ? "I reply withholding my breath. He comes closer with his face just inches away from mine.His warm breath fans my face as his lips draw closer. He stretches his hand to remove whatever it is that is on my face. This is it! Maybe my fists kiss is going to be with someone else. Somebody like Orion. He isn't like knox. "I see you are after my rejected gabbge ! "Knox sneers.

“No—no, no. Please, take me back, I don’t like it here. Take me with you. You’re here to take me with you?” “Maybe?” I said and tutted. “Or maybe not.” He looked away still shivering like a cold chick on a rainy day. I squatted in front of him. “Are you cold?” He didn’t say anything, just kept shaking. I studied his face—‘How is it that he’s still fine with those scars?’ “Felix.” “Mm?” He answered. “Why is it that he’s still recognizable? Didn’t I say redesign his face?” “Forgive me.” He laughed as he walked to the little fridge in a corner and took out a bag of chips and a can of coke. He placed both on a table next to the fridge and picked up a wooden bat which was leaning against the wall

There is indistinct chatter booming from the front side of the Mansion. “Timber!“ I hear this loud shriek. I immediately hold in my steps and my eyes flare up. I stare forward and see they are just two pack members talking. Tears fills my eyes as I rem my dad. I stagger sideways and place my back on the wall of the mansion which is beside me. I bow my head while stand a little askew. A bitter smile Hoovers onmy face. I can’t help but remember my childhood. There was a time a pup wanted bullying me about my face but he quickly stood in for me. He thought me that one’s facial looks does lot determines ones heart. No one cms determine how he or she would be born or to what family to be born. Th

Cold, dark hazel eyes glinting with disdain. He pushes back his hoodie. I find myself looking into a face I know better than my own reflection. Oh my god. It's Felix Lockhart.

Karina called after her. Before they could reach her, she did something they didn't expect. Harlow leapt at the fox, pushing it to the snow covered forest floor, then sunk her fangs into its furry neck. Harlow's small, heart-shaped face was covered in blood and fur when she was finished. "Harlow?" Johan reached out for her. Harlow hissed and pulled away. "No Johan," Karina had to pull her daughter back. "Gore," Karina looked to him, but he had a blank expression.

He was naked and didn't seem to care, he continued to look at the fox who screamed in so much pain. “You don't recognize your luna? Does she look like a rogue? And if there was a rogue on loose, wouldn't I mindlink you?” Draven hissed, his Alpha aura coming out full on and this was affecting the fox so much, he cried. “You even shut your mind from getting mind linked, can I suggest you did it on purpose?” Draven got closer and then picked the fox by the neck like he had picked Agnella before. Draven didn't care that the fox was still screaming in pain, he used one of his hands and strangled him and then the fox began to suffocate and his scream muggled.

Within two seconds, the fiery hell spread from my right eye across my nose, over my cheeks, down to my lips, and straight into my left eye. "AAAAAGGGHH!" I groaned, clutching the edges of the sink, my whole frame shaking as tears and water poured off my chin. "MY WHOLE FACE! MY WHOLE FACE IS ON FIRE!" "YOU ARE SO DUMB!" Onyx bellowed, his voice vibrating with absolute horror and second-hand embarrassment. "YOU ARE THE DUMBEST SUPREME ALPHA IN HISTORY! YOU JUST NUKED YOUR OWN FACE WITH SPICE! WASH YOUR HANDS FIRST, YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL!"

Her eyes travel over his body, he was definitely well muscled, judging from those strong legs. “You like what you see?” His voice was surprisingly not cloying with sexual tones. “I am still making judgements.” She admits. She finally looked into his face. Briefly she wondered if he would have been unshaven but that wasn’t the case. Her eyes finally look with his, dark and desirous. Yet she doesn’t find anything creepy in his look. “Are you still hungry?” “I am,” “Sly Fox,” he introduces himself. “Cecilia,” she briefly took his hand. His touch was warm and firm. Without saying another word, she follows him toward a local fish restaurant.

Every eye in the room was fixed on me, waiting for the choice that would define the survival of the founding line. But as I looked at Jax, at the arrogant tilt of his head, I noticed a small, dark shadow moving in the rafters directly above the rogue’s head, a pair of glowing green eyes that didn't belong to a wolf, but to the small, wild mountain foxes that my father had trained as scouts when I was a child. The scout grid wasn't down. My father’s old allies were still watching from the dark. And then, with a sharp, high-pitched screech that tore through the silence, the small fox plummeted from the rafters, its claws extended, landing directly on Jax’s face, tearing at his eyes with a fera