Phantom Foxy Novels & Stories

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.

Philip looked at Foxy curiously, wondering why she said that. Foxy pulled Philip aside and set up a soundproof barrier. “I was born with this flute in my hand. With this flute, I can control all the monster beasts in the world as long as they aren't divine beasts or possess a powerful bloodline.”

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.

Hunter youth Zhang Fan recognized the five beasts. The five Ominous Beasts were called Foxy Wolf Beasts. They were a hybrid of ferocious fox and wolf. Their bloodline was not pure, leading to their limited demonic power. They were in large quantities and were slightly stronger than normal wild beasts. Moreover, they usually hunt in groups. Judging from their sizes, they were not fully grown yet. Usually, a beast's level could be distinguished by its Demon Aura.

Lord Morel said in a thousand voices. “I as well,” replied Damien who looked at the head oracle, Pan Phineas. “`Till we meet again, Damien. May I suggest you teach Sebastian the song of Phases?” “If he wishes to,” Damien replied with a curt bow. “Until we meet again.” - This is the end of Phasma Phase 4 - We shall meet again in Phasma Phase 5 after a short break from the author :)

"Well, aren't you something?" His friend was even more cocky as he said, "You should get on your knees and apologize. Do you know who you're messing with? Reeco here works with Malevolent Phantoms." Felix frowned. Malevolent Phantoms? What kind of Phantoms would be bold enough to do this?

"These are our people who were deceived by the greed of my mortal brother. To possess the power of our tribes, he plotted with the enemies and slaughtered his own kin." "You-You're the Origin," I blurted out in disbelief. The girl heaved a sigh, walking towards a large boulder rock and sat on it. The black wolf followed her, then looked up to her as if she was its only world. "I may have a number of names but you may call me Sylla of the Phantom, the Old." "Sylla," I murmured, nodding my head. "It's an honor to meet you then." "You're quite perceptive than your counterpart," she suddenly complimented with a smile. "Your mate knows no knowledge about our kind which I understand. So I'm gratef