Stalking Fox Novels & Stories

Stalking is a crime. Primo sought her breath, too tired of running. After settling down, he came out of hiding, which made it even more difficult to breathe. He leaned over with his hands on his knees, not noticing that some guys were already standing in front of him. The guys carry a frightening smile while watching a prey in front of them, ready to be eaten. The guy at the front flagged his two men, and they nodded their heads in response. "Looks like we got a five-star dinner tonight, right?"

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

Now how to get them Rex thought. ‘Stalk it and catch it, how else do you think it’s done?’ Fafnir growled. Right. Stalk. Walking into the forest, Rex slowed his steps down as he got closer to the deer, avoiding any branches and trees that may spook the animal. ‘This is close enough, any closer it will smell you.’ Fafnir said as Rex got within 10 feet of the deer. ‘Catch it and suffocate it.’ ‘I can’t run that fast’ Rex said to himself, the deer already had a 10-foot head start on him anyway.

My teeth stretch, pricking my bottom lip. It feels like…home. My paws sink into the grass as I take off across the yard. Beside me, a black fox darts between the bushes, bounding over the stone path. Tristan’s emerald eyes catch mine in silent glee. Our spirit animals are bigger than their natural counterparts, with Tristan’s fox nearly as big as any wolf. “Hey!” Cain’s voice roars across the front yard, but it’s too late.

"Did I call you?" Zong Jingsheng smiled helplessly. "You're more and more cunning." Stacy leaned against the edge of the table and said, "The fox is the one who is cunning." Zong Jingheng pulled out his chair and stood up. He bent down to pick her up. "You're the fox." Stacy shook her legs and leisurely enjoyed the intimacy and love of this man. She smiled softly and said, "Do you like a fox like me?" "I've already been bewitched by a vixen. I just want to fool around with her." Harry placed her on the sofa. "Let's go to the company's canteen to eat."

It has red eyes, emitting a strong killing aura. Oliver pulled Crystal, but she merely removed his hand and continued walking to the fox. The others also noticed it and tried their best to stop her, but no one could. In a moment, Crystal was standing in front of the fox. It looked down on her with its eyes and tilted its head. Crystal didn’t wait for it to react and stabbed it in its chest. The fox growled in the silent forest, making the terrified bird fly away.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

I did not give them time to regroup. I opened my core and released the cold. Not the absolute zero I had used in the garden, but controlled and really precise. The frost spread across the ground, covering the path, the trees, the rocks. It reached the foxes and climbed their legs, their bodies, their tails. They tried to flee, but the cold was faster. One by one, they froze, their bodies locked in mid-stride, their amber eyes still burning with terror. The largest fox, the silver-streaked one, struggled against its prison. I walked toward it, my footsteps silent on the ice.

She dared touch what’s mine. That scent is quite familiar,and I hate this scent! He whispered. My jaw tightened. I closed my fist around the pin, feeling the fragile metal bend. “So,” I murmured, my voice calm despite the storm raging within, “the little witch ganged up with a broken wolf… against a god?” Kaela said nothing. She knew better. I exhaled slowly, the air around me growing heavier. The garden’s shadows stretched, bending as if to listen. The night itself seemed to bow. This witch has gotten some guts to steal from someone like me. Who did she think I was,a wolf?

Dakota was at the front now, using his vision to get a better view. "It's about the size of a fox and moving like one. Why is it stalking us? Can he not scent us?" Dakota asked. I shook my head. "We have a treaty with the foxes so they shouldn't be bothering us. I still can't take the chance with Jennie."