Stalking Fox Novels & Stories

I asked. “North fence,” he said. “Secondary watch.” “Alone?” “Stalker for two of them. The rest, me and the cold.” “See anything that twitched wrong?” “The sky,” he said. “And the way the foxes stopped singing.” Butcher left smelling like honesty and motor grease. I believed him. Not because I wanted to. Because the numbers would have to be wrong to make him fit, and Hacker’s numbers aren’t wrong.

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

Frick the fox was a fierce fellow, but Landon of Brendrake was hot on his bushy tail, and as the fox dove beneath a fallen log, Landon’s horse leapt over top of it, forcing the creature to stop in his tracks and turn back. The sound of hooves in the distance had him halting once more, and as Landon jumped from his steed, the fox attempted to take cover beneath the fallen timber.

For the good of civilization. There are designated shifter packs that take care of the problem, and this one has been chasing me through three states. They call themselves The Fox Hounds. Wild shifter hunters and I am their main target. My bear catches their scent and the hairs on his back stand up. He lowers his head and growls at the approaching sound. Behind the exhaust of those engines, that familiar smell reaches our nostrils and I'm overcome with a sense of dread. What the hell is he doing here?

“Sight. Strategy. Stealth. The crow sees truths others hide. She slips between shadows and hears secrets even the wind cannot carry.” When I landed, I shifted once more, and this time I felt sly warmth ripple through me. My body elongated, lightened, and reshaped into a small, sleek black fox with silver-tipped fur. Rowan howled in joy. “I can’t handle this! You’re a wolf, a crow, and a fox!? What the fuck!” Morana preened. “The fox is your cunning. Your speed. Your ability to slip between the breaths of the world. She is the knife hidden behind the smile.”

Oceana said in fear as she saw a nine tailed fox walking towards her with an angry face. She picked up a stick from the ground and tried using it, but the fox wasn't backing out. Oceana stepped backwards on ever step the fox made, and she didn't know when she stumbled on a stone and fell. The nine tailed fox wasn't backing down as it moved closer and closer to her. Oceana crawled backwards, and then she fell into a hole.

Of course. I still didn't look at him. I can't disclose my identity on my first day stalking him. If I get exposed, not only I'll get a warning from my supervisor. I'm also going to lose my only chance to use this chance to bounce up to another promotion and to have my industrial and biggest break nationally. "It's fine, I told you it's no one's fault. People were clamoring earlier. Maybe because the space is quite limited. My name is Ali, you are? I noticed that you weren't making any eye contact with me. Are you scared of me?"

he roared, his emerald aura exploding in the dark room. He tackled the creature, slamming it into the stone wall. But fighting a Shadow-Stalker was like trying to punch smoke. Félix’s fists passed through the creature’s chest, and the assassin responded by wrapping its shadowy limbs around his throat, the necrotic green light of its eyes flaring with triumph.

The sound of heavy footsteps quickly follows before they slow down as the man who works for Maverick is now walking close behind me. In silence. Annoyed, I stop walking and turn around to face him, “you do know that stalking is a felony, right? I mean, if I were to call the police and inform them that a male with your description is following me, I could have you in cuffs and charged.” Folding my arms across my chest, I let out a sigh as my gaze trails over his face, waiting to see if he shows any signs of caution. He doesn’t. Which only proves that he is loyal to Maverick at any cost.