Stalking Fox Novels & Stories

The wolves chased after it, and it wasn't surprising that Malakai was leading while a grey wolf sprinted behind him, trying to catch up. Loud cheers instantly erupted through the stage, people screaming for whichever pack they supported. Occasionally, I turned to stare at my Lila, making sure she was okay before focusing back on the game. The Silver Fox was indeed fast. It moved like a shooting star through the forest. If a person's eyes weren't sharp enough, they could easily lose track of its direction. When I trained Malakai, I didn't just focus on speed. I made sure he worked hard on his vision and scent, and each time the fox made a turn, he was able to follow.

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.

Breath filled my chest in a hard drag. "Fox," the honshu said. "Alone in the wrong line." The dragon pressed under the honshu voice. Too fast for a stray. Chase it. The panther agreed. Run. I ran. The fox hit a vent stair and took the turn fast. I cut the corner, claws sparking. The wards stuttered once when my mass hit a scanner, then corrected. The fox cleared a short rail, slipped a gate, and slid into a side tunnel. It didn’t vanish. It looked back once. It wanted me to follow.

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.

Chrome was responding telepathically to her. Chrome jumped up on Stefan’s lap. Stefan shifted uncomfortably but gained his composure quickly. The foxen placed its soft front paws on Stefan’s chest. It looked him square in the eye. Stefan looked back into its depths. He could get lost in the mystical galaxy behind its eyes. Then it sneezed into his face. The spittle flew everywhere. It hopped down, sneezing as it slinked out of sight. Stefan used the back of his sleeve to clean his cheeks. He would behead the creature if he were not here on a peace mission. How dare it?