Names Mean Fox Novels & Stories

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.

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

Yeah, OK, there was a strong similarity especially around the chin and eyes: the guy had the same steady, hard blue-steel gaze. “So… he got his red hair from his father?” she said. “Hell, yeah.” Zeke laughed. “The hair and fiery temper too. And his brains and cunning from his Mom, all of which is why he’s called Fox.” “Huh. Logical.” “Road names always have some truth in ‘em,” Zeke told her. “They’re like inside jokes, or they’re about something physical or unique about the guy.” “That does make sense. They’re like nicknames a bit, but not so casual, right?”

The stranger tilts their head before quickly writing something on the paper before sending it back to me. “A cautious one, I see. You can call me Fox.” I raised an eyebrow at the winking fox that was added to the paper. That was obviously a fake name but I doubt that a stranger in the middle of the night would tell another stranger their name. “Well, Fox, my name is Princess then. What is a fox like you doing under my room this late at night?” I couldn’t help but give a fake name as well. For some reason, I wanted to mess around with this stranger who had those beautiful silver eyes. When the stranger, Fox, read the airplane after I threw it in their direction their shoulder shook in what I

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

We are so widely different it’s barely comparable. Foxes are mostly solitary preferring to roam our territory alone. Because foxes so rarely group up most people don’t even know what to call it. It’s so odd to see a grouping of foxes that depending on what’s going on it has different names. A Sulk, a lead, earth, or a leash are all terms given to describe the odd occurrence of foxes grouping up. We are independent, mysterious, untrusting, cunning, and as the saying goes sly. Yes, there is folklore about foxes as well but just as we are viewed by the world our ledges follow suit. People fail to realize that to be cunning and sly you must observe, you must be patient, and timing is critical. T

Though to become a contracted beast, a blood pact must be formed between us— however, I don’t have magic on me… so all I could do is to give her name. The cat, then snugs her head on my hand for a while, as if she’s putting her scent on me. “…Yes. Please give me a name, master…!” Fortunately, I have been preparing this for quite a while ever since she asked. “Alright then… your name from now on— will be known as ‘Felix’.” “Does my name have a meaning…?” “Of course. In rune language, it means ‘happy and lucky’.” “Happy and lucky…”

After a while, Leo took off her wireless in-ear and handed it to me. “Fox has a few things to say.” I nodded and put the in-ear. “Fox?” [It’s all set. In the last 25 seconds before you go, I want to hear you promise you’ll name one of your kids after me.] I chuckled. “I don’t think Fox is good for a name, though.” [N-No, I mean, my real name. It’s Yggdrasil. You can call him Asil.] I paused. His name is from a sacred tree in Norse mythology. Wow. It was beautiful.

Amelia's eyes were pale: "Wait until I bring it over, then you will know, just wait." Izaiah heard the busy tone on the other end. He still couldn't believe it, he turned his head to look at Edgar. "Ms. Cromwell was Fox! So why are you still worried about Mr. Alfonso!" Fox? What fox? Edgar, after all, was not knowledgeable in matters of the case, being from the business world. The origin of the nickname "Fox" came from the fact that Amelia repeatedly solved the unsolved cases at that time.