Nightmare Foxy Novels & Stories

Toby opened his mouth, ready to ask an inappropriate question, but when he caught my murderous look, he immediately closed it back. “If even one of you says anything about my appearance and last night, I will kill that suicide bomber,” Fox warned grimly. “Come out, no one will say anything.” I threw another warning glance at Toby. The fox looked around in surprise at the place of her nightly stay. - Why am I here? - Let's talk at home. Now, would you like to ride your pet? She didn't have time to answer. I picked up a couple in my arms and, transforming on the run, rushed home.

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.

“Oh, this is cute. The little wolf wants to bite.” “Let me go!” Nate snarled, twisting against his hold, throwing his other fist. Felix caught that one too, his laughter bubbling out, sharp and manic. “You’ve got fire. I like it.” He leaned closer, his smile all teeth. “But you’re out of your league.” And before Nate could even blink, Felix slammed his forehead into Nate’s. Pain exploded behind his eyes, the world spinning. He barely registered Felix’s whisper soft— “Sleep, pup.”

Then, the heavy doors were flung open. Felix Night entered, dressed in all black, and a shiver ran down my spine. He was like a fortress of absolute muscle and dark power, his light brown eyes beneath his dark hair resembled liquid fired glass. It felt like all the air in the room was getting sucked out as he locked eyes with me. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it would break through my chest. My wolf growled within me, awakened after years. *Just keep the scent. Don't shift.* I repeated the words to signal her, asking her to stay calm, stay in control.

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

Nadia said calmly in her angelic voice, as she looked uninterested into the distance. “No!” Xavier growls. The aura around the boys changed to a very tense environment, but Xavier was too far gone. His knuckles turn white as he grips his fist. His eyes change from their normal green into a burning gold. Heat started to vibrate off him and soon the cracking of bones could be heard. It took seconds for his form to disappear and be replaced with a huge black wolf. The wolf charged at the girl, in a few seconds he stood over her, his teeth showed as he growled. He moved his head back and opened his muffle – ready for the kill, but before he could go in, the girl opened her eyes and whispered one

Dylan asked again. “Mr. York, I’ve told you, I don’t know who Fox is. I only know a fox is an animal, like in the zoo. If you ask me again if I’m Fox, I’ll think you’re calling me a vixen.” “‘Fox’ is just a nickname, meaning she’s very cunning and deceptive. I call her Chameleon Fox for her ability to shape-shift into many different identities. She changes so much that people mistake her for many different people, but in reality, she’s only one person.”

“You’re not a prop. You’re the only person in this room who knows how to keep me from murdering Mallon before dessert.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But you can’t make me smile.” His gaze dropped to my lips, just for a beat too long. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then he walked off, leaving me seething. But worse than the anger… was the treacherous little thrill that buzzed under my skin. Because the game had changed. And we both knew it. At the luncheon, things only got worse. Peter, the snake, made sure to sit directly across from us.

They were different looking from the demon dogs, but still just as dangerous and their pheromones could send even the strongest foggy in the brain. A snort and neigh sounded on the other side of us. I turn to face the Nightmares, seeing their red eyes, and the tip of the horn glint under the moonlight. The Nightmare horse snorts again, and a billow of black smoke pours from its nostrils. “Pets!” Seneca screeches, not at all worried like Mathias and me.