Stalking Fox Novels & Stories

Bloodbaths excited me, but when I'm here, I have to control myself and Keal as well. "It's about to start. Keep a close eye on the forest," I told Lila. "Okay," she mumbled. Another loud whistle echoed through the air, and a half-shifted man stepped forward with a loudspeaker. "Today, the Moon Goddess has released a new creature that runs three times faster than any wolf. This one is called the Silver Fox," he announced. A cage was rolled to the center of the stage where the Silver Fox was locked inside. "At the count of ten, the fox will be released into the arena. The winner will be granted global dominant rights of the year by the Moon Goddess herself!" the half-wolf explained as loudly a

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

Adrianna replied. Alissa jumped on to the first excuse that came across her mind, "You were right, I do miss Brandon a lot." "I knew it!" they squealed. "Why don't you call him?" "He is busy guys, with sports and all." "True. Maybe we could plan a triple date," said Lexie. Alissa wanted to faint when she heard that, how much more of Aron could she face. Should she just come clean to her friends and tell them everything but that would only make her stalker. Her mind buzzed with questions.

“Do you have anything to paralyse him with? We still need the stalker conscious to answer questions.” Rummaging through his spells and inventory, Damian pulled out a few options. Sasha liked his idea, so they started tracing the tracks on foot as it was easier to find clues. In no time at all, they discovered a frequently used animal path that the stalker also patronised. Following the road, they quickly discovered the hulking figure with his back turned to them, plucking the petals of a flower with a melancholic expression.

“I would remember shoveling the driveway in freezing cold. Or lifting the airfryer—it’s heavy. Something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong.” “I said, let’s take it easy,” Sam says, low and measured. He grabs my hand and leads me into the library, steadying me. “Step by step. We write it down. Finish our homework. Baby steps.” “When did this stalking start?” Tessa asks as we settle at a corner table in the back, the library unusually quiet. Dust motes float in the sunlight slanting through tall windows. Sam slams his criminology textbook onto the table and flips open his laptop. “Let’s map it out. Timeline.”

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

"You're just a mere beast! Get lost!" Chase let out a sharp breath, kicking the Ghost Boar in the stomach. The boar let out a miserable shriek, its body hurtling dozens of feet away. It smashed through countless ancient trees before it finally came to a stop. Suddenly, from atop a small hill, a snow-white fox with wings sprouting from its back lunged toward Chase. Its presence was even more menacing than the Ghost Boar's, and its speed was terrifyingly fast.

Xyla said. She felt increasingly worried. Although Xyla and Stanley were seemingly all-powerful in the human world, they were nothing compared to the nine-tailed fox… They couldn’t even fight against the nine-tailed fox. The nine-tailed fox was the real expert… “Don’t worry… We’ll talk once I bring you to that place…” Stanley had a look that looked like he was strategizing in his eyes. Xyla sensed that Stanley must be planning something… Since Stanley didn’t want to tell her, she didn’t ask further. She nodded silently instead.

How could Clarissa let him touch her? She didn’t even let Stefan touch her like that. He thought back to the time they spent training. It had been really intense and they grew closer. While some moments were intimate, none felt like what he saw before him now. “Where is your pet?” A silky voice echoed in his mind. Stefan glanced around to see the foxen from Nestlebaum on a branch nearby. It jumped down and rubbed against Stefan’s leg. “Chrome!” He hissed. The foxen recognized him in this form and Stefan couldn’t help feeling pleased. But it was nothing compared to the irritation that threatened to boil over.

My jaws elongate into a ragged snout, razor teeth glinting perilously. I crouch on all fours, haunches quivering in anticipation of the chase. A sharp yip bursts from my throat as my hackles rise, nose twitching at the myriad scents assailing it. I spy a flash of russet fur in the undergrowth - fox. My stomach rumbles in hunger. Dinner.