White Fox Man Novels & Stories

Mouth wide. Rowan kept walking ahead of me before finally noticing I wasn't bedside him. Turning around he burst into laughter pointing at my face while holding his belly "What's that look for?" "What is she?" I whispered, pointing at the woman. “She….she…. doesn't have normal ears and they are orange colored” The woman caught me staring and grinned, clearly amused. "She's a werefox," Rowan said simply. "A werefox?" I repeated. He nodded. I looked at the woman again. She lifted one of her orange ears and wiggled it at me. I blinked.

He blurted. I chewed on the veggies, wishing that he would just leave me alone. "Last night, I saw a very huge wolf dog. It was not like anything I have ever seen, and it started at me, almost intelligently." He said in a conspiratorial whisper. "Hmm..." "But since last night, I haven't seen the dog or even heard a bark of any kind," he said, leaning back. "Maybe they are illegal breeders hiding from the government." Could this man ever stop talking? I sighed inwardly, noting myself to remember to tell Beta Tate that his pack members should be more careful when they shift to avoid being seen by more humans.

"Sorry to startle and bother you." The fox stood on its hind legs, then began to change into its human form. It was after the shifting was complete, did Harlow realised it was a man and not a woman as she originally thought. "What do you want, vampire?" "Nothing, sorry I thought you were a female." "Oh, so you think my wife would be weak so you could kill her and my kids?" The brawny man with blonde hair said. "No, no. It's not like that. Well, I was thinking that until I saw the cubs and thought that there was no way I could leave them orphaned. Plus, I saw you were Lore beings."

- Renata smugly, she finds it annoying that Devlin has been cowering and scared all this time, it's hard for them to talk to each other. Devlin seriously thought about what the girl in front of him had just said and suddenly remembered the old man he met at the old church. “You… you… you are that nine-tailed fox? The fox the old man told me about?" "That's right. I am a nine-tailed fox." Renata did not hesitate to reveal her identity. “And what about Anthea? Why are you in Anthea's body?" - Devlin looks at his girlfriend's familiar face but now she's a fox.

Silver is one of the few weaknesses of werewolves. I looked around as i realise that this is probably the pack torture chamber. I covered my mouth as I watched this man literally laying on his own dirt. Before I knew it, he turned his head towards me in a slow and bizarre motion. His eyes are no longer looking alive. He raised his hand a bit as i watch his skin disintegrate under the silver chain and healed just to go through the same torture all over again. “You..” he whispered with a hoarse voice. “It’s because of you.”

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

We couldn't trust humans, especially the government. " Can you deal with this?' they asked him, and he looked at me for options. I nodded in agreement, and Alex decided to take him from them. What had I done? This was exactly why spirit wolves were not allowed to mix with or live among humans. My little fight with Mr Johnson had turned him. The Apex Werewolf was my former employer, Mr Johnson who tried to molest me. I remembered checking my fingers for bloodstains, but there was none. The realisation of what might have happened dawned on me. I might have scratched him with my claws briefly. My claws were always the first to form whenever I was threatened and needed to defend myself.

Then, in a louder voice, I asked the man, “What got you? A bear? No, not a bear. You’d be a bigger mess than you are if a bear got a hold of you. A mountain lion, maybe? They have them here, don’t they?” “It was a werewolf,” he confessed, although timidly. I stopped in my tracks and stared up at Max’s face while I searched for signs that the man was teasing me. There were none. He couldn’t have been wearing a more serious look. “The sheriff said that you’d believe me,” he added with a painful groan. A myriad of thoughts flew through my mind as I forced my body back into motion as I helped Max position the man onto the table so that he was comfortable and that I could easily work on th

Nothing worse than looking week when you’re trying to be a man for a woman. He took his time getting to the gates, and the changes in the setup surprised him. There were far more wolves at the gates than expected. If he caused trouble here, he’d need help. That was clear. Some of these biker type wolves looked a lot harder and more grizzled than he’d expect. Now Xavier was wondering how much of the tough pack image wasn’t a smoke screen. He didn’t recognize any of these faces from town and he was really good with faces. Something wasn’t right here, and he was thinking someone either lied or neglected to pass on some vital information.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.