Nightmare Foxy Novels & Stories

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

Xander took off his jacket and laid it across his motorcycle. The four men with him grabbed long, heavy chains from their motorcycles and headed toward us, their lips curling into sinister smiles. Xander and Elias morphed and changed into their wolves and leaped at the men. One of them snapped his chain rope toward Elias, but he quickly jumped out of the way, grabbed the man by the throat, and threw him into the street. Elias could have easily ripped out the man's throat but didn't. Then he grabbed another man when the first one started coming toward Elias again, sneaking up behind him.

- Babi also goes to him. I slap my forehead lightly, foreseeing the catastrophe to come. Since I know there is no way they will give up this idea, I slide my wheelchair over to them, watching what they are about to do. The girls are each on one side of him, so I stand next to Babi who was closest to my table. - Today we will collect the cobwebs from your vagina or my name is not Oliver Santiago. - The one who said that is no longer here. - I raise my hands in surrender.

I stammer out, and Hendrix chuckles at my hesitation. Willow nods at me and turns the radio on. Foxy Lady. She hums along to it, swaying in her seat. I can tell every movement is deliberate, designed to tease me. “What’s your wolf’s name?” I blurt out. “Jamie,” she says, smiling up at me. “Jamie?” I snort. “Are you for real?” “Yeah,” her brows furrow the slightest bit. It’s adorable. “What is yours?” “Hendrix,” he speaks through me, and I don’t have to think too hard to know my eyes are rimmed with red right now.

"Why did you come outside wearing only a shirt?" She raised her head to look at him; there was a red substance all over his face, and she could tell that it was blood. "Alexander? What are you doing here?" She quickly rose to her feet and peered at him. Mocha was shivering in her hand, and she was shivering too. He raised his hand and displayed a head to her. "Bunny, just as the maids threw the cat away, I am here to dispose of Roxie's head," he answered.

A loud scream erupted from the storm. Immediately after, the red fox flew out of the fray, landing like a fallen maple leaf. The gray wolf slowly emerged from the dust. The calico cat stared, stunned, until she saw the long bleeding scar on the wolf’s face and realized what had happened. The fox tried to rise several times to continue the fight, but failed. Soon, it turned into a red light, returning to the boy’s body. Gaining the fox’s strength, the boy’s complexion improved, and he began to show signs of life.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

The nurse said as she took a step into the room. “Ma’am, stop.” The detective was getting ready to pull his weapon when Kit did a roundhouse kick and swiped the “shot” and the nurse with her foot. The woman went down to the floor. Kit walked over to the shot and the papers on the floor and moved everything so the detective could, of course, have it all checked out.

I rolled my eyes mentally as I manage to cry like this is the last day of my life. They are 6 feet tall as their skin started to decay, where you can see an almost skinless werewolf. They have this very stinky smell like a corpse. I didn’t even puke because I was already used to this kind of encounter. “Grrr…Growl” I acted innocent as they look at each other nodding. I grimace as I can read their minds clearly. “She’s a human. An additional victim, maybe her blood is unique.” The other werewolf rogue speaks.

They were snarling at me, licking their chomps in my face, when I heard a voice behind me. The women were just like the foxes colors, the cross Fox was a tanned woman with long orange red hair, the black fox was white with black hair, and the red Fox was white with red hair, what freaked me out es that none of them had eyes, they where all skin, and bones. They didn’t move an inch, the sky had changed back to dark, but the white fox in the middle didn’t, it actually glowed, “okay now I know I’m drunk on my birthday, because this all looks a freaky version of an alien abduction,” I start to massage my head because now I think that I imaged the voice that spoke from behind me. It scared me tha