Novel & Cerita Love Wolf And Fox

"I know that much." "You know the label. You don't know what it means." He stops before a heavy door, old wood bound with iron. "Foxes aren't wolves. They're not pack creatures. They don't bow to Alphas or submit to blood bonds or respect the hierarchies that keep the werewolf world ordered. Foxes are singular. Their power comes from truth, from seeing what really is instead of what people claim to be. And that power, real Fox power, the kind that's been dormant in your bloodline for generations, it can do things wolf magic can't."

A key to becoming a more perfect wolf was to find out the identity of what was within, the moon goddess always named every single wolf. All of a sudden, Nicole’s interest in werewolf history, movies and what ever she could lay her hands or eye upon. Josephine was surprised with the sudden interest, rather than going out to have fun Nicole would stay back and learn more history, it was that crazy. At a point she influenced Josephine and she began taking interest in the supposed werewolf myth, most especially because Nicole kept on trying to convince Josephine that it was not a myth.

I asked curiously and he furrowed his brow and looked perplexed at me, then his eyes widened. "How is Luna, I'm sure she is devastated by the loss of her child," he said worriedly. I heard wolf howls fill the air and my ears perked up. Rogues began yelling loudly and scrambling about. I tried to see what was going on and I saw two huge wolves. One black with white tips and the other all white and enormous wolf with glowing gold eyes. Lennex, our children are here, our two boys are all grown, I sent it to my mate and saw him lift his head to watch our boys. Mystrel sniffed the air and turned to me. A rogue vampire jumped on Remus and buried a knife to the hilt into his side and I watched Myst

The words were barely audible, but his golden eyes blazed with understanding. “I do,” he murmured, lips brushing against her temple in a fleeting, forbidden spark. “And I… can’t resist it.” Heat pooled dangerously low, the pull between them growing unbearable. The forest seemed to pulse in tandem with their desires, leaves trembling, roots quivering as if acknowledging the fire coiled in the two of them. Suddenly, the shadow revealed itself a massive, ethereal wolf, translucent and brimming with dark energy. Its eyes were hollow, yet burning, teeth sharp as the edge of obsidian. It moved with unnatural grace, stalking them, aware of their every motion.

My wolf ! Noooooo !

It grounded it's large paws deeply into the soil and growled fiercely at the brown wolf who was about attacking Lise a moment ago. Both lycans snarled at the other ferociously, each protecting their mates who stood behind them. The fight which had began with only two girls, now turned into a wolve's claim. Penelope noticed one of the blonde wolves as Felix's wolf,and she recognized him because there was a white dot on his fur,just like the first time she had seen him in his wolf. She watched as other lycans came between them,in attempt to dissolve the heightened tension. "WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE!!?"

Sure, I was trying to protect her—I couldn’t have known that the beast’s interest in her wasn’t going to get her hurt, but it’d be next to impossible to explain that. I didn’t want to explain it. She either wouldn’t believe me, or she’d be terrified. The last thing I wanted was for anyone in the village to know the truth about me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I’d either have an angry mob or the government showing up at my door, and then Alex would lose the last remaining family she had. A fox skittered by, unbothered by my presence. Ever since I became a werewolf the animals in the forest have treated me like one of them. In some ways, it was peaceful.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

I remembered my mates' disappointed faces. There were tales, theories, and conspiracies online about Werefoxes, and they were all fascinating. Werefoxes were like Werewolves that could transform between a human form into a wolf form, and in her case, a fox form. Werefoxes were believed to possess agility, cunning, and heightened senses.