Narnia Fox Novels & Stories

“Since you have nine tails, does it mean that you have nine lives?” I giggled at his question to make it look like he was speaking nonsense. If I said yes, he might shoot me with a gun to test it out. Each life I have is important, especially since the Silver Fox Clan was after me so I cannot risk losing one. “I am a fox, Lansford, not a cat. And those they show in movies are simply fantasized imaginations about us.” “Oh, I thought that was true. I am even prepared to test it right now. What a shame.”

Owen sat on the far side, arms locked around himself, eyes red with shame he did not know how to put down. Evelyn kept her voice soft. “We’re going to try to signal someone inside Frostfang.” Lily nodded once. “The fox has thoughts?” Lily looked down at the stuffed animal. Its damp ear had dried crooked. “The fox says don’t let the trees talk first.” A chill went through Evelyn. Nora’s hand tightened on the seat. Evelyn swallowed. “That’s good advice.” Lily’s eyes lifted. “Are there more?” “More Watchers?”

🫶LEXI🫶 My legs carried me away from Gretonia’s caravan on pure instinct, but my mind was screaming. That girl — the thief from the market...had transformed into a fox creature right in front of me. Kitsune. I’d read about them in old forbidden books, but seeing it… hearing her screams… it shattered something inside me.

Anne was sitting by the stream, with Martel’s stone head and an uncorked bottle by her side. “I-I’m s-s-sorry. I s-saw a fire. There c-could be someone out there, b-b-but I’m not going to step out. H-h-honest!” After a pondering pause, she tilted her chin. “Ah, that must be a foxfire.” “L-like a glowing mushroom?” “Not in this world. It’s a kind of mythical fox. The one you saw might be attracting a mate.” “Oh,” I nodded now that got solved, “guess I’m heading back.”

“What do you want to do after this?” Noah thought for a moment. “Read a book. The one with lots of pictures.” “Which one?” I asked. He pointed to the low shelf. “The one with the fox.” I grabbed the book and patted the spot beside me. “Come here.” Noah climbed up and leaned against me. “Mommy, if the fox is scared, what should he do?” “What do you think?” I asked in return. “Talk,” he answered quickly. “So someone will listen.”

It looked so beautiful on her. "Why is the Fox there?" She had asked when she saw the drawings. "He is my last spirit beast," "You haven't introduce him to me," "I can't," "Why?" "He doesn't have skin like Ice Fang, Fire or Windy. He only shows when I am angry, very angry and that's only in his spirit form." "Why is the Fox like that?" "To be sincere I don't know Vala, I can't really remember and the only one who is in a better position to tell me is my late mother, but she is gone."

（ ﾟДﾟ） The fiery heat in the eyes of the spirited duo got drenched by cold water, and both froze on the spot. Then with wide eyes and in complete sync, they rigidly turned to look at the grinning Noah. “Hehe,” Noah didn’t even attempt to hide his glee at their colorful facial expressions. He even coyly pointed his gun in the air and blew on the barrel as if blowing off smoke, “While a wolf and a bear are embroidered in a fight over a fish, it is the fox that ends up running away with it in its mouth.”

He changed his dirty clothes and looked clean which makes him recognizably young but his husky voice doesn’t match his face. “I want you to release the white fox,” Niffa said. “White fox? Where? I never command anyone to hunt, Merfoy said it’s forbidden,” Therens said. “It wasn’t you, it was Goryo’s friends who hunt them.” Niffa and Therens approach the gate and saw the fox man trying to break the huge cage. “Hey, let me help,” Niffa flamed up the steel and melted it, but all of a sudden the white fox jump in front of her and leave a deep scratch on her shoulder area.

King Lancelot A forest of pine trees stood tall and proud, their needles whispering in the wind. In the center of the clearing, a circle of foxes stood, their tails waving gently. In the very center of the circle, a throne sat, carved from the finest wood. On the throne, an ancient fox rested, his eyes closed in repose. The other foxes stood guard, their ears alert for any sign of danger. The scene was peaceful, yet there was a sense of anticipation in the air, as if something momentous was about to happen.

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.