Unwithered Foxy Novels & Stories

He even coyly pointed his gun in the air and blew on the barrel as if blowing off smoke, “While a wolf and a bear are embroidered in a fight over a fish, it is the fox that ends up running away with it in its mouth.” …how do you run off with yourself in your mouth? (／≧ω＼) The two’s hearts felt tickled by the sheer cuteness of the little guy, but their wounded manly pride refused to accept defeat. They huddled together to look through the virtual representation of the track and see how the hell such a small and cute vixen managed to steamroll them. That’s right! They got steamrolled! Their two scores combined and doubled weren’t as high as Noah’s score!! ○|￣|_

I remembered my mates' disappointed faces. There were tales, theories, and conspiracies online about Werefoxes, and they were all fascinating. Werefoxes were like Werewolves that could transform between a human form into a wolf form, and in her case, a fox form. Werefoxes were believed to possess agility, cunning, and heightened senses.

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

It had been long since he's felt such desire, if Foire forfeits, then he'll step up and fight with Solana. "This just keeps getting better and better," Illac said, he didn't think that Foire is dumb, maybe at some point he did but he quickly got over with it. Being able to watch this fight of a fox and a werewolf Alpha is not just a history, it's a masterpiece.

Talon looks over to me, waiting for an answer. "He was one of the first descendents of Samual redwood, and his mistress." I whisper. "Samual Redwood did not have a mistress!" Luke yelled in surprise. "The moon blessed Samual with the gift of the wolf because he loved her." Freya growls loudly, the growl echoing through out the room. Freya fights to the surface, making me drop to the floor fighting to keep her back. Talon stands up and backs away, knowing whats going to happen. Before I can take another breath, Freya breaks to the surface. I feel my bones crack and snap as Freya takes control, knocking over the table with her enourmouse size.

A soft breeze appeared from nowhere and changed the course of the sand while Quinn shifted mid lunge and went straight for my throat. My feet planted, I grabbed her my the neck, my hands getting hotter and I squeezed. She howled and wriggled around in my grasp. I was holding a squirming wolf who was struggling in my hands and howling like a cat. Her front paws were off the ground and swiped at me, trying to get me to release her, her back paws stayed down, barely brushing the ground. I stayed well out of reach of her front paws and squeezed her wolf neck tighter. I smelled burning hair but my hands stayed where they were. This shewolf had tried to take what was mine. I should break her neck.

As Sarah opened the large, double-door freezer, a gust of cold air brushed against her skin. Her eyes widened at the sight before her, neatly arranged rows of premium ingredients, each wrapped in pristine packaging. There were fresh salmon fillets, marbled Wagyu beef, imported truffles, an assortment of cheeses, and even delicate cuts of foie gras. Luxurious seafood like lobster tails and Alaskan king crab rested on trays of ice, while neatly labeled containers of exotic spices and condiments lined the shelves.

This is wild. [Is any of their evidence real? Do they even have a son?] Linda checked the comments, face on fire. "No. This isn't possible. Willie can't be a dog. Jemma, you rigged this!" They didn't even glance at the boy in the corner. Still locked on Willie. I smiled and gave a sharp whistle. "Willie. Three barks. Spin." He barked three times and turned in a clean circle. I folded my arms. "Now you believe the dog's name is Willie. So tell me—how were you that confident you could give birth to a dog?"

It was a failure I had never forgotten, nor forgiven. And now… another had awakened. If there was one species I despised above all else, it was them. Werewolves. Stubborn, snarling beasts who clung to notions of loyalty and freedom, as if those things could save them from the abyss. The Phoenix wolf was worse—a flame reborn, a power that refused to be extinguished no matter how many times I tried to crush them beneath my heel.

she announced joyfully, pushing the dog aside to show that he was free. The dog recoiled from her and shook his whole body, as if he had freed himself not from just one rope, but from a whole net. The girl, making sure that everything was all right with him, stepped aside, looking more closely. He was definitely much larger than any shepherd, resembling it only vaguely because of his pointed ears. The height at the withers is almost to the girl's waist, with high strong legs, a massive front part of the body and head. Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat.