Nightmare Foxy Fanart Novels & Stories

I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind. As I drew her, I’d thought about sketching in the crescent moon birthmark on her back, but it was a little too low. It felt far too intimate a detail to share with anyone else, especially when I felt so strongly she was mine. I just wanted to make sure the drawing was good enough to help him identify her by her face anyways. I took a picture of it, and sent Damien a text: This is her. Find her ASAP. You got it, he texted back, and the search was on.

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

I lifted my arm and put it over my eyes, blocking out more of the light streaming into the room through the window. "You don't want to know," I replied wearily. "It's too late for that." There wasn't even a small touch of youthfulness in his voice. Out of nowhere, I smelled fear coming off him. It wasn't strong and the scent of soap helped keep it down. Much better than unwashed human body that's for sure. But fear. He helped me. Fed me. Gave me a place to safely sleep. And now he was afraid. I opened my eyes and turned my head so I could see him. "I can change into a mountain lion at will. I can take down five grown men and kill them because they're only human. I'm your worst nightmare."

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

So what do you plan on doing to get your man back? "I sent that stupid Zack to get her tape but the idiot hired some fools who couldn't do the job properly and were caught and arrested by Xander". "What? Do you mean Xander caught them? What about Zendaya? Did they get her tape?" Anna asked and I shook my head. That's the part that pains me the most. If only they had gotten her nudes then I'll be releasing them by now for the world to see but the stupid boys ruined everything when they started fighting over who would go first.

Moans of agony escaped their cracked lips as they dragged their decaying limbs along, leaving trails of muck and decay in their wake. Their eyes which were long consumed by maggots now burnt with fire, refueled with a zeal to take over what was long taken away from them, the realm of the living, the unfulfilled desires that still kept them in the netherworld. The living gazed upon this nightmare, frozen in a horrified trance, as the noxious swarm inched closer, their withering forms ,doing a grotesque dance of death and decay. The Foxes,Wolves and Mer-witches were staring motionless,transfixed by this horrifying display, feeling their own breaths catch in their throats as they bear witness t

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

POV Wolf I could tell that Ruby was annoyed about me buying the dresses and crashing their shopping trip but I didn't care. I realized after lunch that Foxy wouldn't have the money to buy a dress at the stores that Cassy and Scarlett would shop at and I wasn't about to let her go without or be embarrassed. I wasn't expecting Ruby to understand or realize that Foxy wouldn't be able to afford the dress though. It made me like her more but I also needed her to understand that I take care of my people. Foxy is a member of my gang and my friend, it's my job to take care of her, not Ruby's. I really wasn't planning on buying Ruby's dress or Cassy's but since she pushed the issue, I decided to prov

I need to fix this before I see her tonight. Felix has invited us both out to a poetry reading at a bar tonight and I can’t show up with blue balls or a painful erection, so I free my cock and palm it. I picture Willow on her knees before me, then the image of the fox with their perky little breasts and hard cock pops into my head. Both of them together would be amazing to observe. I imagine the fox and Willow playing at tying one another up and the wolf sucking me off while we both watch, but I don’t cum until images of the half fae bartender joining the wolf flood my mind and I cum with a roar.

“My memory’s foggy, but I still have a sense of how things are supposed to be in society. I just forget the details.” Cathy studied me for a moment and then nodded with a sigh. “Fair enough. The pack doctors will help with that eventually.” I exhaled quietly, relieved my lie wasn’t discovered. “Come with me,” Cathy said, gesturing down the hall. “There’s someone you need to meet.” She led me to a large room with a high ceiling and a massive stone fireplace. I could perceived the unmistakable scent of wood smoke and something metallic. At the far end of the room stood a throne made of dark stone. Above it, mounted on the wall, was what looked like a mummified wolf’s head. Its yellowed teeth w