Nightmare Foxy Novels & Stories

“I need to clear my head.” I grabbed a coat and stormed out of the room. Guards wanted to follow me, but I sent them away. I found my way out of the palace and threw my coat to the ground. I stepped out of my undergarments and stared into the distance, naked from head to toe. My bones snapped, repositioning themselves, and my wolf took over, leaping into the dark forest and letting her fury out. NIGHTBANE Felyndra came from a werewolf pack. Her families are all wolves, but why does she have a fox mark on her face?

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.

he snarled at me. "No way, he's not a rat." I hissed back at him and exposed my fangs. "You don't own me and guess what! I do what I choose, not what you tell me." He tensed up and then narrowed his eyes. I could hear a slight screaming in the background before it began to surround me, a hellish nightmare unfolding as the shadows began to crawl and the damned seemed to be crying out from the very earth. The fox growled louder in my hands and leapt out of them, glowing a bright white before a male stood where he landed, a white fox tail flicking side to side as his white ears twitched, laying back. The demon glared him down, his focus shifting from me to him.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

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

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 to a nightmare incarnate. " Is this the end father? " Roe asked, tucking at the Wolf King's sleeve, choking on her own words, gulping slowly. " No, it isn't. Not while I am breathing... " And with that Lin led the march forward.He plunged at them with his sword unsheathed, his Fox Light, circling around his structure.Apparating and disapparating on his way forward as he charged amongst their ranks. The rest of the foxes followed his cue and they too followed behind. The wolves charged head on because waiting and watching was imp

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