White Fox Man Novels & Stories

This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan. 'Hmm. So even the White Wolf's Clan has its loopholes.' Alexander thought. "There is a gay White Wolf's in their clan?" He finally asked, before he was able to stop himself. He just couldn't stop his curiosity. This "gay" solider really caught his attention and interest. It had been a long time since he last flirted and had numerous affairs. The tragedy changed him in so many ways. He realized he missed his old self, maybe he could loosen up a little and have his little fun with this "gay" White Wolf's.

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

I lift my nose in the air, the man is a fox shifter. “Who are you?” I ask. He raises an eyebrow, before slowly walking toward me, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Who am I?” He gestures around himself. “I am the person who lives here in this forest. The better question is who are you, elf, and what are you doing in this forest?” He looks at me, assessing. Fox shifters are cunning, sly, as their animal implies. I’m not sure if I can trust this man or not, so I shift the conversation.

The wolves let out fearful whimpers as they drew away. The masked man chuckled lightly, his eyes fixed on a particular wolf. The gaze seemed to pierce this particular wolf. Then with a deep voice, he asked. “ What's the update from the spies?" A buffy wolf, the one the masked man was looking at, took two strides closer to him before turning into his human form as sounds of bones breaking and painful growls rented the air. With a deep bow and a hand across his chest, the buffy wolfman dare not dwindle.

And then she raised her head and saw a man walking toward them, looking at the fox and this made the fox scream more and more. The man was huge, twice as huge as Beta Vigo. His face was greased with frowns, and anger had gathered in his eyes. Although she was still angry at this man, her heart soften seeing him come for her. He was naked and didn't seem to care, he continued to look at the fox who screamed in so much pain.

Black Fox had no social life, no friends, and was highly disciplined. Werewolves often had unique survival methods and codes of conduct. "You should know that even deleted chat records can be recovered." Black Fox sneered coldly, "What if I have no chat records at all? You think I didn't prepare for today? Don't waste your time. I told you I have nothing to say." "This is what you asked for," I snapped my fingers. Alvin pulled up a video. In the dim light, a clean-cut young man was skillfully grilling at a barbecue stall, sweat rolling down his cheeks.

It should be separate from the pack, the community. My brow arched as I realized there might be an entire little town here in the forest. A piercing howl cut through my thoughts and my steps faltered. The sound reverberated into the house through a window just up ahead. I walked over slowly, my heart in my throat, wondering what I’d see. Oh boy, was I not prepared! Forget what you’ve seen in the movies of men turning into actual wolves on four legs. It's bullshit. In the back yard were two wolves… creatures… beasts… restraining a man with chains. And Xavier was there too. I couldn’t hear what was being said – they were too far away – but my eyes were glued to the two beasts.

I kicked off my heels in the process of running, chasing the pixies that swarmed what looked like a wolf, laid out on the ground and still as could be. I approached carefully, still drunk and utterly useless to Joy. I won’t be able to shift while I’m this drunk, that’s for sure. I stopped at the dark furred wolf and laid my hand on it’s back. Sharp teeth came for my hands, brushing my fingertips before rearing backwards. The wolf shifted into a person, a starkly naked man with dark, black eyes and hair the color of honey. The pixies went wild over him being awake and he ushered them away carefully, making sure not to swat at them painfully. They were obsessed with this wolf and seeing it had

Wolves were territorial in nature and in this heat plus the control drug injected in them I knew they would go to any lengths to stop the men from touching me. "Get back! Or this will be your last day on the job, you don't have to die for people who don't care about you." I warned, but the guards didn't listen. The first man reached out to grab my shoulder. Before his fingers could even touch my arm, Jax lunged forward with supernatural speed. His jaw unhinged, his long fangs baring as he ripped the man's throat completely open with his bare claws. Blood sprayed across the concrete.

He stated the most impossible in my 20 years of life, I stared blankly at him whilst Ivan let out a low growl. "Sorry, Alpha." He lowered his head, submitting to him. "I'm Eclipse, your wolf, clara. You're a werewolf and the guy to your left is our twin brother, Ivy Woods." It spoke again and I was honestly weirded out. "I think I need to be sent to the mental asylum." I breathed out, freaking out at the continuous conversation going in my head other than my self consciousness. The man named Ivy, groaned, plopping down on the bed as he shook his head in disbelief.