Molten Foxy Novels & Stories

I rush into the arena, and the sight in front of me makes me pause. In the middle of the pit is a massive three-tailed fox, its white fur gleaming under the dim lights. The crowd is on their feet, screaming and roaring with bloodlust. The fox is surrounded by five wolves and a panther, each one circling, waiting for an opening. But it’s not just any fox. “Shit,” I mutter, my heart racing. It’s Legion.

Hunter youth Zhang Fan recognized the five beasts. The five Ominous Beasts were called Foxy Wolf Beasts. They were a hybrid of ferocious fox and wolf. Their bloodline was not pure, leading to their limited demonic power. They were in large quantities and were slightly stronger than normal wild beasts. Moreover, they usually hunt in groups. Judging from their sizes, they were not fully grown yet. Usually, a beast's level could be distinguished by its Demon Aura.

It took me a few days before she agreed to meet me. While her fox fae prepared lunch, she whispered, “So? How’s yours? Is he good in bed?” “…I’ve not tried that.” “What?! Don’t be shy! They’re literally like toys made for our pleasure. You don’t need to feel guilty about anything!” Right as she said that, her fox fae silently appeared behind us, eyes shimmering, lashes wet. His lips trembled as he said, “Master… am I only a toy to you?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I’m living with my mate, I’m in love, and beyond everything, I’m safe and accepted by my pack. So, of course, dick-head, I’m alright.” Before I could even answer her, she looked at us and said: “Oh, and by the way, the Sam you knew is dead; my name is Foxy.” Blake tried to reach Sam’s arm, but before he got too close, she snapped at him: “Try that. I will let Lily show you what she feels about you. You know Blake, Lily, and Lucy have chosen Logan as her mate, so there are no affection, love, or even memories for either of you. You stay away from me. “

With this thought in mind, Mason was in a good mood. “I’m surprised to hear that,” Foxy muttered excitedly behind Philip. It would be great if the snakes were monster beasts. Foxy could control them easily. Foxy relied on the flute in her hand, not bloodline suppression. As a member of the royal family, Aslan could suppress many monster beasts through his bloodline, but Foxy was born with the talent to heal, and she could use the special effects of the flute to control monster beasts. “What's wrong? Do you have other ideas?” Philip looked at Foxy curiously, wondering why she said that.

Solana is surrounded, a necromancer who obviously isn't fascinated by her, a vampire a mortal enemy, and the foxes, the zealots, the vermins. "The fog began to thicken and Solana's vision is busted. A blade was thrown at her, her reflexes are good enough to avoid being slashed. The blade's temper line is sharp and it could cut a person's head by just simply swinging it, what more if it's being thrown by a big bad fox. The fact that the blade that Foire was holding is made out of silver. "Don't hide, you bastards," Solana said hat provoke, well, Foire. He has the least temper amongst all in the circle. He came at Solana with his blades on fire. Solana hates fire, she has always hated fire.

He summoned the Jozo Sword and swung it heavily at the beam of purplish-gold light. Boom! The beam of light was severed. The Mystic Fox along with the strip of purplish-gold light still wrapped around his body fell to the ground again. “This is too much, James Caden.” A steely voice came from above. James snorted. “I can do a lot more.” He shot downward while pointing the Jozo Sword at the Mystic Fox. In a flash, James cut the fox in half using his sword. Bright Wama Divine Lights shone from the Mystic Foxʼs open wounds. At that moment, a soul energy ball emerged from the foxʼs body and rose in the air.

Dylan asked again. “Mr. York, I’ve told you, I don’t know who Fox is. I only know a fox is an animal, like in the zoo. If you ask me again if I’m Fox, I’ll think you’re calling me a vixen.” “‘Fox’ is just a nickname, meaning she’s very cunning and deceptive. I call her Chameleon Fox for her ability to shape-shift into many different identities. She changes so much that people mistake her for many different people, but in reality, she’s only one person.”

But his eyes were the worst part—piercing, fiery amber eyes with slit pupils that glowed in the dark fog. A purebred Dragon. The guard leader stepped forward, bowing low. "We brought the Fox, Your Highness. Just as Master Julian promised." The Dragon King did not say a word. He walked toward me, his leather boots crunching against the snow. His heavy predator aura hit the clearing so hard that even Julian's guards stepped back in fear. My Fox ears pinned flat against my head instinctively, my whole body trembling against the ground. He stopped right in front of me, looking down at my dirty clothes, my wrapped hand, and my bruised face.

"Félix! If we don't stabilize the metal, the ship is going to become a permanent part of the Core!" Félix didn't use a kinetic blast. He used the Wild-Anchor. He dove into the river of liquid iron, his emerald aura turning a white-hot green. He didn't fight the metal; he Commanded it. Using the "Iron-Wolf" resonance he had learned from Arthur, Félix began to shape the molten metal. He turned the flood into a series of reinforced ribs, using his own kinetic heat to "Flash-Freeze" the iron into a new, indestructible alloy.