Nightmare Foxy Novels & Stories

“You're the fire that's burning me alive.” My eyes narrowed as a glowing fox mark appeared on her cheek. My heart skipped a thousand beats in my chest before I fell back on my chair. NYXORA I sat on the bed, hair falling over my face. Nightbane’s betrayal and humiliation coated me like silk. He didn’t only protect her; he carried her in his arms in front of everyone. He called her bastard child a royal pulp. Yes, I found the breeder. The Fox and I hope she dies. And if she didn’t, I pray the pup dies.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

Hours of chanting, each of us holding Roxie’s charred hand or foot as Olaf mixed herbs and guided our voiced was exhausting. My head dropped, fighting waves of tiredness after days of running from Foxton. Olaf and Felix had battled too, their red wounds matching Roxie’s battered form.

Damon furrowed his brow, exhaled sharply, crossed his arms in an impatient gesture, and stared down at the sniper while tapping his foot monotonously. “Name.” He repeated, this time a little firmly, and pick up his favorite torturing toy. The pliers. When the sniper didn’t respond, he clipped one of his fingers pinching it tight and threatening to cut off the tip. “Name!” Damon demanded once more, roaring as he presses the pliers hard. “Ah! Fuck.” He screams, stuttering. “It’s-It’s Jamie!” Damon gives a smug grin of victory before letting go of the grip and tilting his head. “Well, Jamie, are you ready to sing?”

I took down pithy notes, mostly just to keep my brain focused on the narrow, slanted lines of faded text. Foxy curled up on my lap and dozed, his little nose wriggling, as we read. I was struggling to find him enough food to eat, and often gave him my own meagre rations rather than eating them myself. I had no idea how he’d survived out in the frozen woods and could only imagine that he’d ended up in our territory by mistake, only to get injured and become unable to leave again without help. Beth, one of the medics, had come to Cin and I, all secretive, and had given us a bit of the Luna’s latest care package. I’d been confused as hell to begin with – that was my thing, and I hadn’t realised

It was black and its eyes were glowing red and it was snarling at me the same as the huge shadow of the fox above it. “You have seen what happened to me, to us. You have seen what has become of me. And you, it is you who will help me get my revenge.” The shadow fox snarled in a deep growling voice and at this moment I felt my body go taut and I even stopped breathing. I stared wide eyes at the fox, then the huge shadow, and suddenly the images of my nightmare attacked me. This is the hero of my story. This is the fox from my dream.

Xavier rubs himself along my ceremonial robe, then walks off to the darkest area within the dungeon so he could transform and cloth himself. Trex comes bounding in and if it were Jarek, I'm convinced he would have a triumphant smirk on his face. A tremendous feral hog, unlike any I have ever seen before, lies on his back. The wild boar falls to my feet, but he doesn’t rub himself against me like Xavier did. He promptly walks off so he can shift and change. I shrug my shoulders and my mom scrutinizes me. Not going to let that cat out of the bag yet. I may end up rejecting his dumb ass. DANTE

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

I yelled back defensively, stepping back as the warriors turned to face me. "He's lying! Why would I lie to you?" She whimpered softly, placing her head on Troy's chest. "You have to believe me, I had nothing to do with this-" I tried to explain but Troy cut me off. "Save it, you tried to kill our Luna, for that I have no choice but to arrest you. Get him!" He ordered the warriors, standing up with Emily in his arms. The warriors attacked, jumping at me but I dodge all of them. Rushing out the room, I ran out the pack house. I could hear the alarms going off, all the growls that were chasing me. Jumping over a log, I shifted in mid-air. My paws hit the ground and I continued to run, not look

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.