Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

And froze. Charging toward her was a massive fox, its body sleek and shadow-black, but with nine great tails fanned behind it, each burning faintly with a strange light, red, gold, white, violet, and colors she couldn’t even name. Its eyes glowed an unearthly crimson, fixed directly on her. It wasn’t just big, it was colossal. Taller than a horse, broader than a bear. Each step made the ground quake as though the world itself was bowing to it.

I growled to Oliver who was in the process of tearing off the leg of one wolf who thought he could be pinned. No idea, she tried fighting those two. I turned back to the other who was making his way to the black fox. That wasn’t some city fox either, some variety I’d never seen before. It was black but then as it got to its feet I saw silver eyes reflecting back. Freya? I called but was met with silence. She really wasn’t a werewolf. She shook her head and rushed under the wolf targeting her to run toward me. I felt her stand underneath me shivering. I smelled her blood now too. She was hurt.

Steve could not understand how she knew the place where he was. He could even understand how she left the Hawkins compound alone without anyone noticing. Realizing that a pack of foxes had left the base heading to the forest to hunt for the human, he quickly changed his appearance and flew to the forest. He saw Gabby sorrounded by the foxes which were about to attack her. When he was about to dash ahead and protect her, he saw her falling on the ground as an ice boundary formed around her. The foxes could not pass through the ice boundary.

NOVA Was I seeing things? That couldn't be right, could it? Felix was a Beta wolf; he inherited his rank features from his mother. The fact was that I knew nothing about his father's identity, and neither did Felix, but his wolf's eyes had always been gold, Beta-gold.

Lisa stood with a clearly irritated face crossing her arms under her chest. We stepped into the ring. He's large, strong and well-experienced but he underestimated me. He might thought it was easy to defeat a female wolf. He should at least keep in mind my bloodline. Silver wolves are naturally strong compared to others and I'm third generational pure blooded Alpha. I put him down in minutes. People gathered around us and were cheering for Bran kept quiet. I saw the shocked or scared Lisa in the front line. That gave me the bloody satisfaction.

Vahalano says. I nod and he walks back out and comes in carrying a large kennel. I can hear several yips coming from it. He places it down and sets up a large round corral-shaped gate. He places four tiny foxes in it. All of them are reddish-brown in colour. I hear Aliya gasp when he brings out the fifth little fox. I am blown away. This fifth tiny fox is a shimmer pinkish white colour. It is the exact colour of Haven. Aliya grabs the tiny fox from Vahalano and stares at me. There is no way I can say no to her as Noir sniffs the tiny fox. Aliya places her on the ground and Noir and the fox sniff each other after the tiny fox curls up as Noir curls himself around her and they go to

I heard screams in the distance. “They’ve broken through the border,” Silvercloud announced as he shifted, leaping off the steps with a growl. His wolf was impressive with fur as dark as a raven’s wing, but yet like his surname suggests, there were random wisps of silver in his fur, making it appear to shine. Now isn’t the time to gawk or comment. Now it’s time to fight. I shifted as well, leaping past Silvercloud, knowing Mikali was taking up my right.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

Jeremy’s intuition rarely proved wrong. And neither did Silver’s noises. The horse always made that same huffing sound when he’d found a new loyal subject from whom to demand attention. Silver was the worst kind of bleeding heart. Friend to all and foe to none, as long as they gave him the ample attention he thought he deserved. Apparently, even from a lost she-wolf.