Romans & histoires Names Mean Fox

I raised my brows, confused by the way he was behaving. Damon. Damon. Damon. His name was all I could think about. Stupid, foolish me. “You wanna know my middle name?” He offered, waggling his brows. My lips twitched as I watched him do that. Fabiano would rather die than doing that. “What do you want now?” I questioned. “Another smile.” I did. I smiled. This time it was less forced. He nodded, keeping his eyes on my mouth. “It’s Xanthos.” He looked up into my eyes, “In Greek origin, it means golden-haired.”

Since I choose the odd one among the triplets, I should give her a name that suits her. After an hour of brooding, I finally think of one and I’m so excited to say it. I smile and poke the nose of the little fox baby with three color combinations of fur. And I couldn’t help but giggled when she looked at me with brows furrowed together. Aww, she’s so adorable. “From now on, your name would be Alexia. It means the defender of the man.” I took her name from my previous name, Alexandria.

“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.

“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."

As we stood there, united in our commitment to protect and nurture the young foxes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope amidst the chaos of our lives. Over the following days, Jynx took on the role of mother, her fierce protectiveness shining through as she cared for the foxes with unwavering devotion. We named them Luna and Ash, their names symbolizing the light and strength they brought into our lives. As they grew, Luna and Ash became integral members of our pack. Their playful antics and boundless energy infused a sense of joy into our once tumultuous existence. They brought out a softer side in Jynx, her heart expanding with love and compassion as she watched over them, guiding the

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 kept seeing wolves and the whole time I thought they were spirit animals. Like the guys in motorcycle clubs share a similar spirit animal and that’s what drives them together.” “Not stupid.” I kiss her some more. “Incredibly intuitive. You saw what we try to hide.” She gasps and pushes me back so she can look at me. “Foxfire?” I nod. “Half fox. It didn’t manifest until she met Tank.” She covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh goddess! How could I not know this about my own child?” “Not know?” Disbelief tinges my words. “You named her Foxfire. You definitely knew on some level. It just didn’t fit into this reality so you didn’t know how to categorize it.”