Vixen Fox Novels & Stories

She was good for club morale, apparently. 'Stop avoiding the topic.' Her wolf piped up in her subconscious, and Aimee was done. Hurling the cloth in the direction of the bar, she quickly undressed, unconcerned with her nakedness, and ignoring the titters from the rotters; she phased fluidly into Vixens form. Shaking out her ash-grey coat, Vixen bared her teeth in warning at the club whores and gave into the wild feeling plaguing her all day, racing into the night and surrendering to the call of the wild. After what seemed like hours, Vixen found her peace and finally relinquished control again. When Aimee opened her eyes, she wasn't really surprised to be standing at the lookout.

" Ruby blinked at him innocently as she nodded her head in affirmation. As they were about to leave, I held back my pain to hit my head desperately against the table corner and was finally able to create some noise. Connor looked over at me. I was close to dying. Ruby stood in front of Connor coyly, and her cherry lips pouted. "She's the vixen who wanted to seduce you. You shouldn't even be looking at her. It would only disgust you." When Connor saw my disheveled clothes, he raised his hand to wave the bodyguards in with repulsion. "Get rid of anyone unimportant."

I took a quick shower and dressed in a pair of shorts and tank top. Vixen smiled, “When you get out there, don’t bother undressing. You won’t need to.” I furrowed my brow, “Why?” She replied, “I am a special wolf. I can shift without messing up your clothes. Selene decided that since you are also a witch, you will need a wolf strong enough to handle that, so here I am.” I chuckled, “And I’m very happy you’re here.”

"But the results were... statistically significant." Félix let out a bark of laughter, and for the first time in fifteen years, the "Vixen of the North" felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

Vixen turned away from the VIP area, strolling casually around the booths, curtained or un-curtained as the occupants preferred. “Mistress Vixen,” a woman with an impressively blunt fringe and her hair scraped painfully back into a ponytail greeted her. She was clad in vinyl from jaw to crotch, in a severely form fitting jumpsuit that stretched to loops over her middle fingers. She played with a black leather belt, stroking it between her fingers. “Your new sub is pretty.” “What do you say, Raven?” Vixen asked him. “Thank you?” Raven struggled to keep his expression sober, his lips wanted to curl up in laughter. It seemed so odd for the two women to discuss him like a pet dog. Was he meant t

“Yes please, and yes please.” Vixen looked over at the woman standing by the window; she was blonde with baby-blue eyes, and she was tiny, smaller than Vixen herself, which made her believe that if this woman was one of King’s Men, then she had to be absolutely fucking lethal, appearances be damned. She could probably snap a grown man with her pinky finger, smiling sweetly the whole time. “Hi. I’m Vixen.” “Honey,” the woman said. “And let me tell you, girl… I’ve seen that video footage from the parking lot. You are a badass extraordinaire, and I suspect that if you came after my job, you’d get it.”

There were bright green stripes, one on each cheek, that matched his eyes, framing his face. "A fox," he said, smooth and flatly, like nothing that had just transpired was interesting. "And why would a girl be this far out by herself. This isn't even my fault." Shuule said nothing back. Females of different clans were often not easy to identify, but some were. Peacocks had colorful hair of turquoises and greens, which Mermaid's did as well, but they were rare and were never seen. Bears nearly always had chocolate brown hair, rounded eyes, and were shorter and broader set than most. Tigers, lions, cougars, and even the sheep and apes were nearly impossible to tell apart, but the fox vixens we

Any position he wanted. Do not humiliate yourself Vixen Tempest! You’re not here to suck your ex’s dick like a popsicle and ride him like a bitch in heat. You’re not here to have sex with him in any way shape or form. Nope, not here for any of that. My body is a traitor, ready to make a liar out of me, because she wants to be sampled like his own personal buffet to feast on. The sirens are going off in my head. The red flags are being waved. I’m screwed. I’m so screwed. Probably by him but still screwed.

"A rat of all things. What was her familiar thinking?" She mulled over this new information. Greedy and insecure meant Trish would be easily manipulated. It was already well-known that Trish was jealous and afraid of losing Nicholas to another girl. Jealousy could be unattractive when it turned into possessiveness and that would chafe any man. Finn cocked his head to the side. "Do you know what they call female foxes, Callie?" "What?" "A vixen."

I lean forward. This one is a shifter. Not a wolf or bear, but something close. Fox, maybe. That would match her red hair. I glance between her thighs. She’s mostly shaved but for a small groomed patch. Natural redhead. Definitely a fox. How did I not notice her animal before? Probably because it’s shy, submissive. Plus all the cloying smells of vampires in the club. Prey animals don’t make themselves known like dominant ones. And this one is sweet as can be. My bear is fighting to burst forth and carry her off to a safe, dark place where he can protect her.