The Fox And The Hound By Daniel P Mannix Novels & Stories

he growls at me. I smirk, shrugging my shoulders. “You wouldn’t.” “Oh, really? I wouldn’t?” he volleys back with his own devious smirk. I roll my eyes and sigh. I glance out the window, watching everything as we pass. Last night, this fox was getting fucked in by this wolf beside me. Tonight’s a different story. I didn’t expect to be in the car with him, trying to beat the clock. Thankfully, there’s no casualties at the end. Nobody’s harmed.

Showtime! [You’re worse than the monsters. Keep it in your pants!] I tried to run, but the man blocked my path in one step. The ragdoll jumped in front of me and shouted for me to go. Then it threw itself at him. Its mouth split open, ready to swallow him whole. The man sneered and whipped out a knife, slashing across its mouth and eyes in a single motion. 'With skills like that, you should be ashamed to show your face.' Then he looked at me sinisterly.

But he had to admit, the longer he stared, the more he began to harbor doubts about that denial. To any casual wolf who glanced at the cover, Madeline’s expression might have seemed like a practiced snarl, but Harrison knew that whatever irritation she had felt the moment that light had flashed was entirely authentic. In fact, she looked as though she desperately desired to gut someone with her claws, and that was a look he tracked all too well.

*Roar* The banshee could only watch helplessly as Mane slapped towards its head. Mane’s left leg which had delivered the stamp was still on the banshee’s feet to keep it in place. The slap reached the banshee in a fraction of a second, and its head was forcefully torn off. Mane then turned to Dan and said, pleased with his harvest: “Now that was a hunt.”

Read to find out! The Hunt was my first full novel, and my first attempt writing something longer than a few hundred words, so your feedback is invaluable. I would love to know what you thought and where things can be improved! This is my second draft - the first draft only had 120K words but there were so many more details I wanted to share. I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Stay safe! Much love - Michelle

He changed his dirty clothes and looked clean which makes him recognizably young but his husky voice doesn’t match his face. “I want you to release the white fox,” Niffa said. “White fox? Where? I never command anyone to hunt, Merfoy said it’s forbidden,” Therens said. “It wasn’t you, it was Goryo’s friends who hunt them.” Niffa and Therens approach the gate and saw the fox man trying to break the huge cage. “Hey, let me help,” Niffa flamed up the steel and melted it, but all of a sudden the white fox jump in front of her and leave a deep scratch on her shoulder area.

The cold wind cut into my neck and made me feel a chill. The wind dispersed the mist among the trees, and the stars were brighter than before. I finally saw what was happening before my eyes. A hyena was staring menacingly at a fox in front of it. It was clear that the two animals had been engaged in a fierce struggle, and that the hyena's fur was bitten and bleeding. The fox's white fur was also stained with a large blood stain, and her lower abdomen dropped to the ground, as if she had just given birth. The left leg of her foreleg was bent down and bloody. I aimed my gun at the hyena and saw two animals facing each other, neither daring to move. The hyena panted menacingly, and the fox sto

They drew their powers from the dead. The fox was now a hound and was tearing through the dark territories with all the might his paws could garner. But he toppled over something and slid helping for miles, his paw caught in a trap, bleeding profusely. " You thought you could outsmart a Xoron? " A thunderous voice echoed through the dark forest. " Give back what you have stolen, mutt! " The voice thundered again and the Akhashi looked at the small shard of jewel that he had between his palm.

Why do they have to hide it if they are on the same side? “I overheard your conversation back at the barbecue party with Maxine’s classmates,” Brett added. The two stared vacantly while remaining wordless. “I’m cool about this and I won’t give a sh*t,” Brett continued with a smile. “But Chandler, let me ask this.” “What?” Chandler replied. “How did you find the fox-man?” Hearing the man that I killed with my own hands pumped my blood. I don’t feel guilty at all, and that made me fear myself.

I smelled another wolf, different from the six wolves who surrounded me. I glanced behind me to see where the seventh wolf was, and my body felt like it received a hard strike at how frightened I was. It was the first time I saw a male wolf in its second form, human form. His skin was furless, and he was covered in some strange covering that was as if it were human fur. The strange object he had was smooth, like skin without fur. As the man's dark eyes went to mine, my body lowered, and I tucked in my tail, whimpering out of fear.