Names Mean Fox Novels & Stories

“I am yet to point out the exact thing that is special about you, but maybe it’s because all of you are special” “That is the sweetest thing I’ve heard in my entire life”. Angela sobbed and hugged her. Grandma Elizabeth chuckled and whispered “You know, I am happy. My silly fox will be in good hands”. Angela pulled out of the hug and looked up at her searchingly. “Fox?” “That's kinda a pet name I gave to him”. “Oh…” Angela thought a wolf would fit him more, ruthless, evil and cold then Grandma Elizabeth's words replayed in her head.

"Your name is Alf? Like the giant goat monster?" "Alfred." The weasel man hissed. My face fell in disappointment. "Yeah, you should stick to Alf. Much more classy." "And this Fox is who you want as our Luna." He yelled at Cassar. The word fox sounding like a swear word on his lips. Warning growls came from both Cassar and Harlen. Alf pretended to ignore them, but I noticed the small beads of sweat on the male's thinning hairline. "No, no," I interjected. "I agree with him. I would be a terrible Luna. Not because I'm a fox," I gave a pointed glare to the weasel. "I'm just not pack materiel. More of a lone wolf type, you know. Lone fox."

he said in a dominating voice. No one would have disagreed if they were me if their life was the one threatened. Of course, no one would have dared to, their instinct would always tell them to agree, and so I nodded my head strenuously. "What's your name pretty?" the man asked furthermore as he caressed my face. It sent chills everywhere through my already cold body. "Jo-Jo-Jodi..." I said stuttering, with my words. The man tilted his head to the side, thinking. "Ah. That won't do here. From now on, you'll be Red Fox. It suits your hair. Now come on and follow me."

“Oh, he has been sold a few times. But the customers kept trying to get… intimate with him. He hated it, so he kept running away.” So… he was pure? A chaste fox fae? The owner added quickly, “We have a one-month return policy, no questions asked. Try him out. Just… if he helps you get rich, you can’t try anything physical with him, alright?” I glanced at the fox fae again. Well… since the owner said all that… Fine. I’d take him. ⸻ I practically skipped home with my new fox fae in tow. On the way, I tried to break the ice. “So… what’s your name?”

I said nodding to my wolves. “You refer to your companions as wolf?” Elijah questioned. “No. His name is Wolfe, capital W, with an E.” “Oh, I see,” Elijah replied not thinking twice about it. “There is a wolf named Wolfe? So your parents had a twisted sense of humor, I see. Now it all makes sense.” Onxy taunted him and I couldn’t help but to snicker. She could be a fucking asshole, but I loved it. I gave Wolfe so much shit about his name when we were kids. She was twisted and sadistic, but I got her. If only she didn’t hate me.

, he grinned cheekily. "Yeah?" Raven hummed pushing to stand up, "When was that?" he teased. "About seven and a half hours ago", he answered honestly, standing fluidly the fox in his arms, "You know a baby fox is called a kit, not a puppy", he pointed out. Raven still rearing from the sudden new information, he stared at Zen shocked, and before he could say anything about it, Marcia and Pyria stepped back out into the yard, the latter making a beeline for him, bracing for the impact he winced as the elf picked him up, forgetting her strength.

They consist of one teenage girl who is perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old, and three young men. "Mr. Maxwell, I really admire your work," whispered the teenage girl as she was next to Leon. Leon turned to look at him. The red-haired teenage girl with white skin full of freckles smiled. "What is your name?" asked Leon. "Just call me Fox," she replied. "Then just call me Leon. Nice to meet you, Fox," said Leon. This girl was not like a bad person and Leon was sure that later he could ask this little girl for help.

Maya muttered a 'no' and he blew out a breath, he acted before she could blink, and pushed the hem of her dress up past her hips and over her ass cheeks, spreading the material further and further higher until it reached her waistline and his palms cupped her bottom. Maya gasped. What was happening? She looked up at him curiously, he simply grinned and she swore he looked more animalistic at the moment. "I dislike it, foxy. Your pretty mouth should be used for something more..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right words, "Decent." He smirked darkly and leaned forward, "Do you understand me, foxy?" What she didn't understand was why he kept calling her 'foxy'. She had no resemblance

It sounded more cute than menacing. “What's with that expression, Rei? Are you feeling uncomfortable?” Lana asked, concerned. “Pfft... It's... HahaHahaha. What the heck is with that name?! They're basically the 'Crimson Fox' gang, and somehow, a cute little fox comes to mind. Hahaha, it's so funny,” I burst into laughter, unable to contain myself any longer. “Reina... Are you sure you're alright? Especially in the head?” Lana looked at me, a complex mixture of confusion and worry on her face.

She reached for the blade she’d tucked at the waistband of her jeans and hoped it wasn’t any of the slippery lesser demons that would occasionally escape through the other gates. A red fox walked past the circle of trees, golden eyes stared up at her with a mischief that should’ve made her nervous but it only made her smile. She didn’t bother with her knife and knelt down to the forest floor. She nudged the plate of lemon cake at the fox and waited. He ate quickly, tearing big bites out of the cake until it was gone. "What’s your name?" she asked. "The witch usually picks the name for the familiar," he replied, a voice in her head sounding like smoke and polished stone. "Please don’t name me