Nightmare Foxy Novels & Stories

He was hungry and starved, as he had only been given a tiny glass of blood for a week. He felt like a dog. He had been tortured for days by his captors. He had been beaten, shot and forced to drink juniper which weakened him even more as his captors forced him to name other vampire, which he refused to do.

After all, Xander's transformation into a deity and continuously breaking the formations were really terrifying. "I'm going to dig open your chest and abdomen. Then, I'll let you watch as you bleed to death." The demon fox grinned, deliberately taunting Xander. Xander snorted and held his sword as he looked at the demon fox. He understood that if the demon fox launched an attack, he might only be able to block two moves at most, and he did not dare to think what would happen after that.

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

But when Ferox started to speak inside my mind, I could not see how he looks, all I could picture was a red flame floating inside my head. "Then let's start with that boy. I am Ferox, cruelty incarnate. My domain is filled with carcasses and a river of blood. Crimson is what I see when I hunt. A body filled with barbaric power, able to slay giants with one swipe. My arms, an ever-changing weapon, are hungry for the blood of my victim. Can you see it boy, sitting on a throne of bones, waiting for the time for his next hunt?"

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

It was getting late, though, and Rey knew he had to leave pretty soon. Before leaving, he had two crucial tasks to complete. The first and most important was to extract as many Monster Cores as he could from the Hobgoblins’ depository. As for the latter, it was already staring him in the face. ‘I guess I should do this first…’ Rey smiled widely as he stared at the ‘thing’ that had now become his opponent. It was a NightWolf. The dark fur of the beast swirled in the stale air within the arena that the Hobgoblins had made for him, and its blackened eyes reeked of starvation.

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. The question is, do I want to stay here with Roxy like this forever?

Joanna shouted. "Guys!" I shouted, cutting through their conversation, "Wait, where's Thane?!" Immediately the words left my mouth, my palms moistened, and my body shook slightly. "He's here!" A voice called, and Joanna screamed. Surprised, both Orion and I followed Joanna's gaze and saw hundreds of queer looking foxes, their heights two times of a human, with one holding a body with his fangs. A realization hit me like a strong slap across the face, and my body shook violently, "Thane!"

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.

Every eye in the room was fixed on me, waiting for the choice that would define the survival of the founding line. But as I looked at Jax, at the arrogant tilt of his head, I noticed a small, dark shadow moving in the rafters directly above the rogue’s head, a pair of glowing green eyes that didn't belong to a wolf, but to the small, wild mountain foxes that my father had trained as scouts when I was a child. The scout grid wasn't down. My father’s old allies were still watching from the dark. And then, with a sharp, high-pitched screech that tore through the silence, the small fox plummeted from the rafters, its claws extended, landing directly on Jax’s face, tearing at his eyes with a fera