Unwithered Foxy Novels & Stories

Stepping closer, they move out of the shadows and that's when I see them clearly. 15 vicious rogues snarled at me, while taking small predator steps towards me. Surrounding me, they trapped me from all sides leaving no means of escape. My body shivered as I saw the colour of their eyes changing. From yellow the blood Red. Showing only one emotion that scared the shi* out of me and my weak wolf. Hunger And Fervour The archaic name of the word that blinds everyone's senses and makes all of us descendents of animals.

Not only that, but the demon fox also felt a chill running down its spine. "D*mn it! It's that guy!" The Two-Tailed Fox was annoyed. If it stubbornly went on and killed Xander, the demon fox might lose another of its tail. The sacrifice was too big, and the Two-Tailed Fox was naturally unwilling to make such a colossal loss. Therefore, the Two-Tailed Fox withdrew its claws with resentment. Then, it got onto the ground and fled toward the distance.

How was it even possible something that large would fit into her narrow channel? Wait. Her channel? Unbidden the image of Mike Volka flashed in her brain, more moisture soaked her panties and heat crept up her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She put hands over Mischief's eyes. "Don't look, kitty." Jamie took a sip of her soft drink, a bite of her sandwich and chewed slowly as she turned the page. "Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies."

Bones cracked, muscles expanded, and his form grew larger. But then I realized something was terribly wrong. This was not his wolf. The creature standing in front of me was massive—far bigger than Aiden’s true form had ever been. Its fur was pitch black, darker than the night itself, and it looked almost unnatural, like shadows clinging to its body. A foul smell filled the air around it. Rot. Decay. It was the sickening scent of something dead. My stomach turned as I stared at it. The wolf’s eyes glowed with a cruel, unnatural light, and the energy radiating from it felt heavy and suffocating, like pure anger given physical form.

He framed a little party with a couple of different companions and chose to go to the Sunset Mountains to chase a few low-positioned otherworldly monsters. The Sunset Mountains was the home of an interesting otherworldly monster called the Gold-horned Flamefox. Its fur could change as indicated by the seasons: the colder the temperature, the redder its fur would turn, making the interest for its fur exceptionally high on the lookout. What's more, the brilliant horn of the fox additionally transmitted an aroma which repulsed bugs. It was additionally supposed that once the horn was ground to clean, it could work on the perseverance and execution of the 'male organ'. This caused the Gold-horne

BLAGSH! Dust filled the air. Oliver coughed and cleared his view. The body of the fox lay lifelessly on the ground as its body started to turn into dust. After that, what was left was an odd-looking black ball. When he picked it up, he could still feel the lingering dark magic from the fox’s core.

I rolled my eyes mentally as I manage to cry like this is the last day of my life. They are 6 feet tall as their skin started to decay, where you can see an almost skinless werewolf. They have this very stinky smell like a corpse. I didn’t even puke because I was already used to this kind of encounter. “Grrr…Growl” I acted innocent as they look at each other nodding. I grimace as I can read their minds clearly. “She’s a human. An additional victim, maybe her blood is unique.” The other werewolf rogue speaks.

He could only hope that Annie's inner fox possessed enough wits to outsmart these monstrous pursuers and evade capture. Annie's frantic scramble sent her dashing through the dimly lit woods, her petite form darting in serpentine patterns as she desperately attempted to put distance between herself and the unyielding wolf in pursuit. In a moment of sheer dread, she risked a furtive glance over her shoulder, only to find the predator closing in with steady determination. As panic tightened its grip, her feet faltered, causing her to stumble. The voice of her inner fox screamed in her mind, "Let me take command—I can navigate more swiftly and outwit our pursuer." Relinquishing control to her in

I needed to convince this fox spirit that I had accepted her advances, that her dark glamour was breaking down my defenses, and that I was yielding to her unholy power. But fox spirits were ancient, predatory creatures who fed on raw human desires, and they certainly weren't easy to fool. They could taste lies and deceit on a human's tongue like iron. Where the hell did Rourke even manage to locate and summon a dangerous creature like this? “But you're a female too,” I stuttered calmly, forcing my harsh tone to soften as much as I possibly could. "How could you possibly..." I lowered my voice, relaxing my facial muscles and easing the tension in my shoulders enough to even fool myself into p