Romans & histoires Nightmare Foxy

Felix asks. “No. We are in the privacy of your new office where it is sound proofed and has been swept for bugs and Aubrey and I decided that because of my public presence, we should be honest that he is both half my age and a femboy,” I reply. “We have not told anyone else yet, but the pack all know their Luna is a fox shifter with a big dick. They don’t need to know what their Alpha does with that huge dick, though.” Aubrey blushes and smirks before whispering, “but now Felix probably can guess.”

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.

Surprisingly, the two guards are nowhere to be seen, allowing us to pass through easily. As we enter through the door, our attention is immediately drawn to three wolves lying on the ground. EYOLF questions the presence of the two individuals beside the wolves, suspecting that they may be involved. Upon closer inspection, I realize that the two individuals are indeed POXWER and FAXNERY. It's disappointing to see them get caught by a vampire. Not far from them, I spot Warg and Lyca, who has taken on the appearance of a male. They are engaged in a fierce battle against the vampires. Without hesitation, we rush past them to lend our assistance.

Furniture were in really a bad shape as if someone faught a third world war before leaving this place. Her heart was pounding at a rate she thought was nearly impossible for any normal human. She craned her neck upward, afraid of encountering anything dangerous, after hearing someone laugh evilly. But what she saw there was enough to take her breath away. It was more dangerous than any danger in her life currently. There he was, her NIGHTMARE, smirking at her. As if mocking her. After all she entered his den without even him trying anything. And the next moment he threw a dagger in her direction and her breath hitched. She woke up gasping for air, again, like every other day now.

Everyone sighs deeply in relief when I hear the wheels screeching on the asphalt, indicating that they’re gone. Beware of the Fox? These four words are keep playing on my mind even Francois is long gone. Fox? FOX Fuck! François Oscar Xavier. François Oscar Xavier is the Fox.

Foxes are rare, there are only 10 foxes living in the supernatural border, afraid of coming out because they have their beliefs, foxes are supreme, never to compromise nor be held down by anyone, they see themselves as deities because they’re rare and strong. “It’s nightfall,” Foire said as he kicks Illac’s side of the bed. Illac hissed at him. “I know, you fool,” Illac stood up and cracked his neck. He didn’t bother getting his spear, the one he uses to control his lightning, he plans on wreaking havoc tonight down Imperio. “No spear?” “Don’t need. Why the blades?” “Just for fun,” “Leave their Alpha to me,” Foire added as he swung his blade through the air making a swoosh sound.

“Nope. My mind was on something else entirely.” “Come on, Tabby. Look at these pictures. Doesn’t it look like fun?” Valerie held out her phone and showed her the pictures. Tabitha scrolled through them. It did look like it would be fun. They had all kinds of stuff there. Pool tables, techno lights, bubbles, and dancing were all shown. The little disclaimer got her attention. "Oh, alright. It does look interesting. What's this about wearing clothes that can get dirty?" "Apparently they do some kind of body paint there that pops under the black lights. That's why I want to go. It sounds like so much fun. So, we're definitely going Saturday?"

His blood red eyes look at me in irritation. " Bring...h..er out!!!" Her roars, maybe realising that I was not Heratte. And I look into his eyes in determination. Shaking my head in a no. Fury covers his features. He screams and I see long fur like hair growing on his skin. His clothes are ripping, body doubling in size, bones cracking. And nails elongating further to pointed knives. He didn't shift fully. He was in a semi state. Standing on his hind legs. Looking like a feral.

“Oh, shucks… We’re not supposed to go here yet. You’d need to go down the other path first, so you can get the flying boots to make it across.” “The other path? But there’s a monster there!” Foxley whined more. Eine frowned and patted Foxley’s shoulder. “Killing the monster is more doable than the jumps, Foxley. At least, you won’t need twenty tries just to get across. Now, now, go back and fight it. Show Mommy the somersault attack you like so much.” Foxley gasped and nodded his head. “Mommy, don’t leave! I’ll show you what I can do! Watch me! Watch me! I will kill this monster for Mommy!”