Names Mean Fox Novels & Stories

Promptly means we have a week to gather info and get it done. “Yes sir, Fox. We will get it done,” Storm affirms to the head of the Death Kings. Fox King is his code name. It used to be the White Fox, but over the years, it has morphed. Even though we know his real identity, we never refer to Doctor Ryder Fuchs-Jamison as anything other than Fox when we are called for a job. “Very good, Clyde.” The phone goes dead with those succinct words. Clyde is Storm’s codename. We all have code names, that are the very nicknames that Sawyer gave us.

My heart was racing as I looked down at her cute freckles covering her nose, or the little dimple in her right cheek. She blushes at me and it's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. "Hi," she giggles back. Damn! That is the prettiest sound I've ever heard! Forget Angie! Colt can have her. I want... I don't even know what her name is yet! But I can fix that! "I'm Fox," I say holding out my hand. I don't know why, but I really needed to touch her. She places her delicate hand in mine and a spark runs through my arm. The magic running through our touch has me catching my breath. It feels like Heaven.

“Fine.” He returned to the couch and crossed his arms tightly. I sat beside him again. “You have our attention now. Tell us everything,” I said to Fox. Fox smiled faintly.“At your service.”He rested both elbows on his knees.“I know your first question is who I am and how I got to find out about your real identity.”He paused. Then looked directly at me. “Does the name Sandra Orlando ring a bell?” The name sounded strangely familiar. I frowned.“Orlando…”I repeated slowly.

The little fox did resemble the Lycan, with dark hair that fell over his forehead and a mix of colors in his eyes, but otherwise, he looked just like him. No matter. "The Seer said you will be loved by your father and that is what matters." He reasoned with himself. "What name shall I call you?" He pondered aloud. "How about... 'Raphael', because you're a little Rafa. That will suit you perfectly," He said fondly with a smile playing on his lips. As if to emphasize his point, Raphael squirmed uncomfortably in Kael's arm and yawned quietly. "There, I see you like the name too," Kael commented and chuckled softly, watching his tiny claws flex, scratching absently against Kael's palm. Kael shoo

She says as she does. “Nix’s real name is Phoenix?” I never knew that. I look at the place where they had both signed it. She giggles again. They all do. “What is so funny, Phoenix, is a great name.” “I agree, but his surname is Bird. His full name is Phoenix Bird.” Now I see why they are laughing and why Nix uses his nickname. So he won’t be mocked. I lay in bed that night, struggling to sleep. Something must be playing on my mind. I closed my eyes and tried resting again. Then it hits me, I sit bolt right up, the riddle.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

Mistaken Fox looked at the medallion with a bit of bewilderment within his eyes but that bewilderment was quickly replaced with a tinge of enlightenment as he stared at the medallion. After moving around a bit and seeing that the medallion followed his every move, a small smile formed on Mistaken Fox's lips as he found the shade of a tree to rest in. Looking at the floating medallion before him, a thought occurred to Mistaken Fox before he started speaking under his breath, "Come to think of it, you still don't have a name." As he said this, Mistaken Fox adopted a contemplating expression on his face for roughly a minute before speaking up, "I think I'll just call you the 'Gorgon's Eye'. Bas

"Oh sorry. It's nothing." "You sure? Cause you looked like you were about to lose it." "Yeah...I mean no but I'm fine thanks for asking." "Okay Foxie, let's finish this project and get great marks yeah?" "Yeah," I reply, now it's Foxie. Didn't know he was a pet name type of person.

Moreover, she even forced a nickname he never liked upon him. “Wolfie!” Foxley tested it on his mouth, but Eine frowned a little. She turned to her mother. “But Wolfie is not bad. He’s not going to eat any of us…” Foxley pouted after realizing it. He then frowned at his sister. “Then… help me think of a word to fit Good Wolf! He can be the Big Bad Wolf’s brother!” Wolfram snorted. He was brothers with a big bad wolf, all right. He then laughed. “Think about it some other time. Foxley, don’t you want to see your room next?”