Vixen Fox Novels & Stories

“Aren’t vixens counted by the head?” Seraphina was both embarrassed and annoyed. But since he already thought of her as a fox, she might as well play the role to the fullest. First, she’d tease him, then pretend to resist. She’d give him a taste but not the whole thing, make him yearn and obsess. When he finally couldn’t take it and tried to end things with the fox, she’d come back, seduce him again, and toss him another sugar cube. Repeat and repeat… Hmph! Sooner or later, she’d have the big bad wolf eating out of her paw.

“Why not? It’s true.” Vixxen took off his clothes before shifting right in front of me. He could have just warned me. His sleek, dark-furred wolf was way bigger than me, his golden eyes glowing in the afternoon. He really is handsome. I reached out hesitantly, my fingers grazing his thick fur. His wolf huffed, nudging my arm before shifting back. “Satisfied?’ I nodded. “Very.” “Good. Now stop distracting me a let’s get ready to spar.”

They rarely get close to the edge of the forest, where humans live. The dog was very obedient and followed behind the owner, but the dog's hunch forced him to turn his head to look at the bush again. The girl with the sexy body stepped out of the bush, and all around was the darkness. She doesn't have a piece of cloth on her. The white hair is up to shoulder length, but even more special is the pointed white ears. The dog went from a state of vigilance to a normal state of docility, as if it had learned something from the girl.

My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me. Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unkn

Although Tiger, Felix, and Vicious were not on the rank level where they can speak, Little Black and Sylvie could understand them as they used their own language. Felix, the Fennec Fox of Zachary grew as well. It was on par with the silver wolf, Vicious. Its fur was orange and it has a pair of red eyes, however, it was not as deep as Theodore's ruby eyes. Meanwhile, Luna's Poisonous Venom Butterflies grew a lot. Its specialty was changing sizes and colors. Luna's spirit beast was Soheila's favorite because of its color and since it is a butterfly. "Luna, summon some of your butterflies around so that we would be aware if there's a spirit beast that will attack us." Soheila said as she walked

Vixen-You must find me first! Buck-I command you to come back. Vixen-I am a rouge. I don’t have to follow your commands. Buck-You and your human will die for this. Vixen-Only if you find us. I Vixen the wolf of Ada Hoffman reject the King, Bär Conrad, as my sovereign.

Vixen's spirit can't be tamed, can't be buried deep, I crave her fire, passion, and touch, my heart still beats. For her alone, my love, Roman may think he's won, But I know Vixen's true love is me, Darrick, the one. I understand her darkness, depth, and every part, I'll wait patiently for her return, for the spark to reignite in her heart. And when it does, I'll be ready to claim my Vixen once more, Forever my love, my heart beats for her, forevermore.

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

She shakes her head as she says, “I’m sorry, Amity, but I can’t, not tell him if he asks.” “Okay, but only if he asks. Swear.” Vixen knew what she meant, and with a wave of her hand, a mark appeared on the inside of her wrist. If she told anyone, including her mate, if he hadn’t asked, then she would be punished by three. She shows Amity the mark and Amity continues, “The she-wolf is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, one of the Lunamoon bloodline. She is also a friend.”

I couldn’t tell who they were looking at, but something in my gut told me they were looking at Vixen. Seeing the stares, Vixen narrowed her icy eyes at the onlookers. Her black lips spread into an unattractive sneer as her lips parted to snap out her cruel words. “I’ll shove my heel in every single one of your fucking eyeballs if you don’t stop looking at us. Mind your fucking business.” They quickly turned their attention back to their food and phones.