Inuyasha Fox Novels & Stories

Joshua Fury pov My dad is pissed at me again it seems as I stare at Claire my human mate. Yes a fucking human in my pack isn't exactly safe. Claire is tiny like Aunt May and my mom both look sad I'm doubting the mate bond. Why you ask? Simple she is human a weak , tiny but sweet human and I got enemies out the ass pissed because me Joshua Fury has a ultimate wolf like my dad does. Fury is his wolf's name and the pack is named after him.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, hard and unreadable. "You're slacking, Fox," he said, his voice dropping into a low, raspy growl. "Get up. The courtyard needs sweeping before the outer patrol returns." I didn't answer. I dragged myself off the hard wooden floor, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight. I threw the coarse wool tunic over my head, the rough fabric scraping against my raw skin. My red tail twitched once against my calf, a silent display of the fury burning beneath my exhaustion.

"Sienna! His Highness is a four-tailed white fox. How can you choose him?" "Why can't I?" I shook her hand off and looked down at her. "I am the firstborn daughter of the Moonridge Court and a descendant of the purest nine-tailed fox bloodline. If I don't choose the four-tailed white fox, should I choose that black fox who hasn't even grown his fur in properly?" Sylvia had no answer. She could only bite her lip hard, a flash of poison passing through her eyes. The black fox lying in the corner suddenly raised his head and stared straight at me.

The nearest chair shattered against the stone wall before I had even registered moving. Splinters flew. My hands were already claws, and my breath came in ragged snarls. Ashina. My Ashina. The Phoenix, who had once burned kingdoms beside me. The wolf whose mark I bore. The woman whose scent still lived on my skin. She had agreed to give him an heir? I hurled the table aside, the polished wood crashing and breaking like a brittle lie. The silver cut across my palms when I struck the mirror, shattering my very reflection. Good. I didn’t want to see myself.

He laughed to himself. There was a slight breeze in the meadow. She looked down and saw his chocolate colored fur. She snuggled into him but something was different. She looked and saw the auburn fur on her paws. She was a wolf! She closed her eyes and relaxed. She was where she belonged, and all was right with the world, for the moment.

(TRASHED HOPE) “FASCINATING.” The word she utters under her breath and almost a whisper, as she sits cross leg and comfortably unto the nothingness and stares intently unto the scene as the play goes. “Misha, run!” With the peculiar being into the world she is now dwelling, yet a common demon from her original world. The powerful fox, mythical and perfect with his nine-tailed and gleaming silver color and blue hue of flame, tells her more than the scene could ever be.

They love me as if I’m their own. When I was younger, Ishir used to find me when I’d go hide and cry alone. He would walk up to me in his tiger form, wrap himself around me, and begin purring until I calmed down and fell asleep. Zephyr is much the same. She’s one of the most kind and gentle women I’ve ever met. I know she suffered, we all know what happened to her when Cal was in the laboratory, and then when she realized that Iniko was alive. When you live like we do, you don’t have any secrets. Well, unless you’re Iniko. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before he was reborn.

It's not that he has never been attacked by foxes,, he has been attacked a couple of times and he killed most of them using to his power. The strength of the half human half foxes could not be compared to that of the grade one species. The foxes knew of his existence but they found it difficult to know his location. They knew that he had killed very many foxes and they wanted to take revenge on him.

The girl gave him a smirking look. Foxie walked away from the opponent after a few seconds. It's just in its normal dog-like form. That indicates that this one isn't quite fully prepared yet. Werewolves that can transform into humanoid forms, like Lawrence, are much more powerful and difficult to deal with.

Iris hugged the naked girl tightly, trying to sooth her, not from the bite wound but from the ugly way she was just thrust into the world. This would have truly been a fight to the death, all over a female being frightened, if the tribal head had not pushed through the crowd and howled out, fists clenched. While not the sound known as a wolf howl, fox could bark, scream, and howl much like any other dog, albeit higher pitched, and the beastmen could call out in either form. Even in the chaos, hierarchy reigned supreme. Fur and fangs stopped flying, everyone turning to submit to the angry man standing in front of them with three black stripes on his face.