White Fox Man Novels & Stories

“Amerie. Listen to me. You said that Matt said he saw a wolf and then a man?” She nodded and he motioned for her to sit. Tyler continued, “This wasn’t a wild animal attack. There’s a legend in this area that dates back to the Native Americans. A white wolf three times the size as normal wolves that can change into a man.” Amerie blinked, but held her tongue.

“Little One, you can look now” The man said with a chuckle. I looked up and had to crane my head to an uncomfortable angle because the man was so tall. He smiled as he looked down at me with his chocolate colored eyes. He sat down as the charcoal grey wolf moved behind a tree and shifted as well. I sat back and looked down as something moved under me. I saw the white tail with a black tip moving side to side slowly. I tilted my head before I realized it was my own tail. Another noise caused me to pop my head up looking as another man came into view. He sat next to the first man and looked at me with silvery grey eyes. “Wow, a fox shifter..”

And he will do everything to have her and complete his life. After a few minutes of walking and just breathing in the unpolluted air in the woods, Jax finally calmed his self down. And so he decided to get back to the cabin. But before he can even turn back, a man suddenly appeared in front of him. He took a step back, out of surprise. “You’re blending well with the humans, werewolf,” said the mysterious man. As he spoke, Jax saw its long fangs. And most of all, he couldn’t understand what it was saying. Is he the one what it calls a werewolf?

I see everything in black, but I can make out the white figures of the wolves. “What is happening?” One asked, Dark Shadow’s fellow men. “Are you by any chance one of the wolves modified by that old Frank?” “What’s that old man got to do with it?” I asked, frowning. “Apparently you are not one of his guinea pigs!” Guinea pigs? What was he doing in the northern mountains? I will certainly ask these ten half-dead wolves. “You better leave!” “No! Don’t think you scare us, woman!” I looked at them, and I had a sadistic smile on my face and said, “I was going to get caught anyway!”

Frank said excitedly as the rest of his family walked in. Melnyk noticed the people in the house, he knew they were not just ordinary people, he took notice of a man that seemed as the same age as his father, this man was a werewolf, he was dressed in elegance and his grey eyes stood out. This visitor had a blond son that sat on Melnyk's chair in the dining area, he seemed to be his age mate. Melnyk walked over “Good afternoon sir,” Melnyk greeted him with a bow.

Then, just as I was about to turn and run, the wolf did something unexpected. The wolf sat back on its haunches and began to change. Its fur receded into its skin, and its body shrank. Within seconds, the wolf had transformed into a man. A tall, broad-shouldered man, with piercing blue eyes and a gentle smile. I stood frozen, not sure what to do or say. The man took a step towards me, his smile growing wider. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he said. "I didn't mean to." I managed to find my voice. "Who... who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He walked towards the direction of the sound and there it was, the corpse of a dark wolf with a man with bloodied hands knelt beside him. The man knelt beside him was clearly a white wolf. And immediately, Axel believed it fully. The White wolves were behind these deaths. "Alpha Axel" the man gasped, noticing the presence of Axel. "I did not do it.... someone else did... I did not...." He could not finish his last sentence before Axel grabbed him and buried his claws inside of him. "Someone sent you? Who sent you to do this?!" He growled at the man who was struggling to remain alive while the claws of Axel was still inside of him.

- the first one says. - True - the other two answers, in unison. Those creatures were fox shifters, Japanese kitsune, and belonged to a small pack of thieves and con artists. Now that they had set their sights on Lucifron, they weren't going to let him get away. Stealthily, they approach and inspect the sleeping man. He didn't smell human, so they got closer to see what the man was. One of them signals to the others and they retreat to safety. - We are lucky. – the first one says, with a smirk.

The stench intensified until it burned the back of Rowan’s throat. He raised a fist, signaling silence. Something moved ahead. A voice broke the darkness, sharp and unhinged. “You’re harboring one of mine.” Rowan’s gaze locked on the figure emerging between the trees. The man was still in human skin, but barely. His eyes glowed wrong too bright, too wild. His movements were jerky, his posture unnatural. Too much animal. Not enough man. Rogue. The stories were real, then. Bears who crossed the line so often they couldn’t come back. Killing their own until the beast took over entirely.