Stalking Fox Novels & Stories

After hesitating for a moment, the Celestial Fox cautiously approached. Ambrose stood still, allowing the Celestial Fox to inch closer. The Celestial Fox was drawing nearer and nearer, and they would soon be able to capture it. But as it approached, the fox's nose twitched as it detected Ambrose's masculine scent. Its back arched, and its fur bristled with alarm. In a split second, Ambrose lunged forward, attempting to catch the fox. The Celestial Fox was lightning-fast. Sensing something was wrong, it swiftly changed direction and fled.

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

I finally had it and cut his words, "The bloody box, Grady, what's in it?" "Oh, that...dead mice, probably store-bought. You know the one reptile keeper buy for their snakes and such. The sick psycho smears its blood on the box. We are having the box examined, but until we find our stalker, you're not going anywhere alone. I prefer having you here, and now that you're sick I think it's better if you rest."

***ZANE'S POV*** Carrying my hunting tools, I walk out of the woods, mad that I didn't have any luck in hunting any meat today. Well, at least, I had to go on a hunt and so far, it was good. Frowning, I stop dead in my tracks when a barking Fox sees me. He doesn't pounce, but he keeps barking out like I was an enemy. "Sit, Fox!" I order, but he kicks against it.

Lizzy whispered while trying to return it back to her. "He seems really scary, and I can't take a step forward. Just go over and throw it at him then you return" Isabella pushed her forward. Lizzy handed the paper over to Sebastian and immediately kept her distance. "Mr. Adrian has to prove his usefulness by catching the stalker within a year, if not he will pay back 10 times of every dime!" The more Sebastian read, the more he felt that the whole thing is ridiculous. "Are you crazy?! You even went on to tell him about the stalker?! What the hell has gotten into you?!" He yelled at Isabella who immediately hid behind Lizzy.

I turned my head in various directions, having sensed some strange movements. "Someone is stalking us!" shouted my wolf. ***

Most foxes’ fur changed colour depending on the season, but I never let my own. I wanted creatures to know who I was. I wanted them to know who was coming for them. Hence the nickname, Silver Fox. So when I shifted, I proved that what the Fox Council said was true. I am the Silver Fox. This time instead of running away from everyone, I ran straight for the pack house. It didn’t take me long before I was at the back of the clearing. Cassar had fallowed me all the way, glaring and growling warnings at me as I ran.

She gave me that 'you are impossible' look as she shook her head in disappointment. "You're jumping to conclusions, Xena. Nothing even happened. You should be excited and like a good friend ask me stuff like what his room looked like." "God, my best friend is a psycho stalker and to make things worse, she is in complete denial about it." Xena looked up as if she was really talking to God. So much drama. "I am not a psycho stalker. I am just being a good girl and doing exactly what he asked me to do."

Her body was running out of strength and she could hold herself anymore. While she tried to grasp another branch, it broke and she fell down with it. The foxes looked at each other then started moving towards her with their mouths wide open. Gabby knew that she was done for. She could see strange rays of light coming from the foxes eyes. She closed her eyes as she lifted her hands and to her surprise she heard a loud bang . When she opened her eyes she saw almost three foxes lying on the ground. She was stunned and afraid at the same time.

The vines were still there … I didn’t touch them. “Tempeeeest.” I sang out her name to the trees. “I know you’re out here somewhere. This is a big forest, but I’m a very determined dragon, and I have nothing but time and an increasingly uncomfortable biological condition motivating me.” Silence. I was aware that what I was doing could technically be classified as stalking. A man wandering through the woods calling out a woman’s name, refusing to accept that she’d left, tracking her scent through the undergrowth. If someone had described this behavior to me a week ago, I would have said that person needed professional help.