Kwami Fox Novels & Stories

He looked frantic. "Wait!" he hissed urgently, dropping to a crouch beside me. I smell great fox magic. We can't attack them now, at least, or enter the perimeter of their camp." "Fox magic?" I repeated, confused. "What do you mean?" "The were-foxes," Kieran explained breathlessly. "Werefoxes can take the appearance of anyone. They're shapeshifters more skilled than any werewolf. They can take the exact appearance of anyone, down to their scent. With this magic, they'll mimic you, your warriors, Kael, Tobias, creating chaos and confusion."

Pythagoras had heard of Richard’s inventions and invited him to see their work. That was when Richard first met Professor Fox—a man who shared his fascination, though with a far more ambitious vision. Fox didn’t just want to build better weapons. He wanted to build better men. An army of humans who were faster, stronger, and able to survive wounds that would normally kill them. To achieve this, Fox studied werewolf blood and its remarkable ability to heal. What made it so different? Could human blood be altered to carry the same traits?

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

He spotted several small white foxes hiding amidst the bamboo that flanks both sides of the path, watching them with ears standing at attention. “They’re nice little animals,” Vivi explained, with a hint of affection in her tone. It was as if going through the gate changed her into something… ethereal. “These creatures are more scared of us than we are of them,” she continued. “Foxes are sacred in Foxgrove, especially white foxes which can only be found on Mount Kitsune. Any tourist who is found to have harmed a fox will face a hefty fine and will be banned from coming back to the island ever again.”

Well, Kylie could be wrong since she didn’t know much about Jack; but Davies’s expression told her that it was indeed an uncommon sight. “What has kept you on there for so long?” Kylie drew closer to Jack and asked. Her perfume filled Jack’s nostrils immediately and he turned to face her. He recognized it from just a whiff. It was definitely something his Mom picked out. Because of the sensitive noses that Beastmen had, they hated strong perfumes. So, they usually went for subtle but enticing; and that was exactly what Kylie was using. However, Kylie’s perfume was a bit different. The young lady was using a perfume made by the Heavenly Fox Clan, one that was particularly expensive. Of course

There was a blinding light that caused all watching the change to either close their eyes or look away. When the light was dimmed and everyone was able to focus their vision back on Keyne and Felan they noticed that the light was coming from the pair. Felan’s wolf, Kimiko was a beautiful light grey that had a silver glow to it. Keyne’s wolf, Havoc, Was wheat and shined gold. The whole pack was in awe. Each one kneeled or bowed their head. Both out of respect and knowing. Nezerra was completely speechless as the two wolves approached him and Mack.

Vahalano replies. I walk him out of the packhouse. I decided that Kendrick, Eddie, and I would take the foxes. They each claimed one as did I. I let Carlton claim the last one. He and Claire are the only two other people that know exactly what is going on. I told them because I know that I can trust them plus Tallyn said that they are to be trusted. I guess another one of her abilities is that she can tell who can and can’t be trusted. I figured that Carlton would be the last person that anyone would suspect if they figured out that the foxes could communicate with us. Besides the little almost solid red fox took to him right away. I think the fact that he has red hair helped. Vahal

I was born into royalty and groomed to be a Queen. Little did I know the wars that would start because of my family, or the lives that would bind themselves to mine. Other children have cats and dogs as pets, but not I. For my fifth birthday, my dad got me a bear. His name is Axle and although I didn't know it at the time, he was a shifter just like me. Axle was sent here to protect me, and quickly became my confidante, my best friend. I don't think I would have made it through everything and come out on the other side if Axle wasn't there encouraging me to put one foot in front of the other. But anyway, welcome to the start of my journey to become the Queen of the wolves...

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.

“There is also the matter of discretion, my king.” I nod. “We cannot reveal the prophecy.” “No,” he agrees. “But if you attend the inspections under the pretense of strengthening alliances, no one will suspect your true purpose.” “And if I sense nothing?” I ask quietly. Dallas answers before anyone else can. You will. My mother studies me again. “Trust the bond. It does not lie.” I look once more toward the western horizon. Crimson Fang. A pack known for pride. For dominance. For secrets.