Nightmare Foxy Novels & Stories

“It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.” - I see you're talking to your dragon. I'd really like to see him, but I can't trust you. Either way, get ready to meet your buyer. You will serve in a nest of vampires, far away from here. They will train you and make your dragon submissive. - the fox says, laughing. “WTF? Me? Submissive? Let me out and I'll show him my submission” “Calm down Zog, we can't shift here, remember?”

I want to go to her and be in her arms. A jolt makes me fall sideways. What’s going on? “Man, you gotta wake up. If you don’t wake up, I’m gonna punch you in the face.” Is that Ford’s voice? I turn but I can’t see him. It’s still just Roxy in her ethereal form and me in my wolf form. Man, this is freaking me out. “Dude, you’re scaring us. Get the fuck back here in your head. If you leave us, I swear to God I’m coming after you and making your life a fucking misery,” Ford continues.

D - Thank you, you're the best xx T - I make no such promises hehe x X - Fight me, big man. I'll take you even with a broken ankle. I finished my bowl but the time I heard Xavier's car pull into the garage. He came in with an older male Wolf Shifter, still wearing a hospital coat and tags. Xavier raised a brow at me and teased as he crawled beside me in the den. "Oh Tiny, maybe learn to walk first, then challenge me," he said, chuckling. "Dr. Jones, this is my mate, Rose Foxx."

I can feel myself starting to drool, anticipating the crunch as I eat them to the bones. One long, bloody tongue sticks out to licked clean the bloody splatters on my huge crimson paw. I gazed down at my blood-stained red fur. I leaped to viciously bite the neck of the nearby werewolf, turning the earth an even redder shade as I joyfully ended his life with a blood-curdling howl. ______________________ "Uhm..." I moaned as I got up slowly. I did not expect to doze. I smiled as Foxy huddled closer. I feel bothered with my weird dream just now. Who was that wolf? I stand and put my little fox on the ground as it happily munch on the beef jerky I gave him.

He is observant and is like a dog with a bone when he gets a whiff of something. “She has been having nightmares about Foxy. She thinks she is alive and will kill her. But in the book it says nightmares are common in expectant mother’s something to do with the hormones and anxiety of being pregnant. Did mom ever have nightmares when she was expecting me?” I ask, because these nightmares are always the same. I think Angel is manifesting them out of fear because of the crash. But also because she killed Foxy, even though we didn’t know Foxy was pregnant at the time.

"I will never felt you are troubling me with any kind of problem. Your problem is mine too so tell me how and when it all started." "I can't remember the days I spent as a kid but I know my nightmare has been haunting me since then. I don't know how it all started. All I could see in the nightmare was a little girl crying in a house on fire with a man and a woman shouting for help in so much tears. I don't understand what that means mum." "Since you are a kid?" "Yes mum!"

“I’m only here to get the free room, get paid, and get your recommendation.” Does he have pups now? Do they look like him or her? I didn’t want kids. Even if Maverick plays the part of a lone wolf, he’s indeed a pack animal. He’s a werewolf and I was well aware of our differences. I’m a fox shifter. Proud of it too. I’m totally one hundred percent satisfied with me, myself, and I. Except I’m not. I’m totally not. It’s a bunch of bullshit, but he doesn’t have to know that. I don’t need him. I don’t.

“From high school horror to real-life horror… so many wins today. Please note the sarcasm.” At the entrance, I turned to Ty. “If anything touches me, I’m drop-kicking it.” He laughed. “Fair warning.” Creak. The door opened like every bad decision I’d ever made. “Let the horror begin…” Eli whispered in a fake ghost voice. Inside smelled like fake fog and bad decisions. My anxiety was through the roof—yet underneath it all, a sliver of excitement crept in. Ty screamed first. A mannequin head dropped, and his high-pitched yelp was so extra I nearly forgot my own anxiety from laughing.