Stalking Fox Novels & Stories

He was naked and didn't seem to care, he continued to look at the fox who screamed in so much pain. “You don't recognize your luna? Does she look like a rogue? And if there was a rogue on loose, wouldn't I mindlink you?” Draven hissed, his Alpha aura coming out full on and this was affecting the fox so much, he cried. “You even shut your mind from getting mind linked, can I suggest you did it on purpose?” Draven got closer and then picked the fox by the neck like he had picked Agnella before. Draven didn't care that the fox was still screaming in pain, he used one of his hands and strangled him and then the fox began to suffocate and his scream muggled.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, hard and unreadable. "You're slacking, Fox," he said, his voice dropping into a low, raspy growl. "Get up. The courtyard needs sweeping before the outer patrol returns." I didn't answer. I dragged myself off the hard wooden floor, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight. I threw the coarse wool tunic over my head, the rough fabric scraping against my raw skin. My red tail twitched once against my calf, a silent display of the fury burning beneath my exhaustion.

Before his hand could slide lower down my back, Stacey stepped into the room carrying a silver tray with two stone goblets. "I'll leave you two alone," Stacey murmured, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the stone floor. "I'll be right outside if you need more mead, my lord." "Get out," Felix growled without looking at her, his eyes locked onto mine like a hound tracking a wounded deer. The moment the heavy iron door slammed shut behind Stacey, Felix pressed closer, his heavy chest leaning directly against mine. The overwhelming heat of his wolf body made sweat break out along my spine.

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.

I ask him, I want to know why I can only see him in my dreams, why does it feel so wrong but so right at the same time. "I had to find you little fox, I had to find a way to get to you if you would just...I'll take you away and I'll love you forever" he promises me. "Those are stalker words, I want an explanation," I say demanding to know more details about everything.

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."