Legendary Fox Novels & Stories

Just perform perfectly in front of a panel of powerful Lycans, avoid dying, and make the Wolf Slayer look good. Also, I had to remember to keep my wolf a secret. M Easy peasy.

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

I emphasized the tale part and he let out a small puff of breath, "You are the phoenix, Galina. You are the legendary Phoenix!" Well, that one had me laughing, “Dude, are you high or something? How can I be a phoenix? And how do I even believe everything you said about werefoxes and stuff? You said you are one of the six spirits, which one?” I said all this flailing my arms around, whatever this guy smoked, it wasn't healthy at all! “A lycanthrope! I am a lycan.” He said causing me to scoff and place my hands on my waist,

"I just remembered reading a book about high-ranking werewolves that are turning berserk during their alpha form, allowing them to have poisonous claws. And it's not just a simple poison, it must be a deadly one!" "Then we need to find a cure before it's too late!" "I have no idea what kind of remedy is okay with this!" Arya spoke with such a soft voice that Charlotte and Odin had to place their heads next to her mouth to hear what she was saying. "There is an animal called the six-tailed fox that is impervious to all sorts of poison and can only be found on this Island. Although you have to take some precautions, that fox might be small but it's terrible. It can produce deadly poison as wel

I didn't want Caesar to see me as weak, and I was prepared to demonstrate that in every possible way if it meant he would fully accept me. Assuming a stance, I let out a low growl from deep within my belly, and almost immediately, the beautiful form of Fox emerged. Fox was overjoyed to emerge and run alongside Zion, Caesar's wolf. I decided to let her join in on the fun tonight as well. Caesar turned around, his gaze widening at the sight of my wolf standing before him. Fox was a white wolf, a rarity reserved for those of royal blood in the Lycan kingdom. We stared at him, witnessing the amazement on his face. It took him a moment to gather himself and approach Fox slowly, mirroring her caut

Soheila concluded because he had been playing with Little Black more often back then. Felix, the Fennec Fox of Zachary grew as well. Felix looked more fierce and cunning, however, it had a jolly attitude when they play. His jolly attitude was different from his fierce and cunning look. His rank level was on par with Vicious. His best friend was Sylvie since Sylvie is a fox as well.

she gleams. She leads me to the gardens of black glass trees and silver roses. I walk until my legs stop shaking. All of a sudden, tiny fox cub–flame-red, starlight eyes, darts out and yips at my heels. I crouch. It licks my fingers, then trots after me like it’s always been mine. "Cute little thing aren't you?". It yips back in response. "That's a moon fox. They rarely come. Extremely picky creatures. Guess this little one chose you".Lyriel says, looking at it in adoration.

“Sight. Strategy. Stealth. The crow sees truths others hide. She slips between shadows and hears secrets even the wind cannot carry.” When I landed, I shifted once more, and this time I felt sly warmth ripple through me. My body elongated, lightened, and reshaped into a small, sleek black fox with silver-tipped fur. Rowan howled in joy. “I can’t handle this! You’re a wolf, a crow, and a fox!? What the fuck!” Morana preened. “The fox is your cunning. Your speed. Your ability to slip between the breaths of the world. She is the knife hidden behind the smile.”

Lokai had shifted back as he walked up to me. "Thanks for the save, that was close." Lokai flashed a smile. "Anytime Alpha." I looked around looking for where he put the fox. "Where did you put the fox at? Did you recognize him when he shifted back?" Lokai shook his head. "Sairo was going to put him deeper into the woods so he's harder to find. I don't recognize him from the Blackwood pack, and they're the only fox pack around. Unless he's a rogue."

(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.