White Fox Spirit Novels & Stories

My wolf is Zeus. And before you ask, yes, the school was named after my wolf. When the school was founded by my great great grandfather, his wolf spirit… was Zeus. Our animal spirits are reincarnated periodically. Those wolf spirits with purer hearts and higher intelligences are reincarnated more frequently. The more reincarnations, the stronger the wolf spirit becomes. Zeus has been gifted to the Evans line for generations now. He is known as an ancient spirit. All alphas and some extremely special betas have ancient spirits within them.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

My gaze sharpening slightly as I let my power slip through the facade I build around me. I let him feel, let him taste it. “Fox spirits have different categories, just like how there are normal wolves and ones born with alpha blood in them. Lesser foxes are spirits that never make it past their first few centuries, they chase chaos, feed on scraps of power, and they don’t tend to last long”I say grimly as a soft breath leaves me. “While my kind, we were different.”I say as I take a slow step, but not towards him just shifting, grounding myself in what I am.

My gaze sharpening slightly as I let my power slip through the facade I build around me. I let him feel, let him taste it. “Fox spirits have different categories, just like how there are normal wolves and ones born with alpha blood in them. Lesser foxes are spirits that never make it past their first few centuries, they chase chaos, feed on scraps of power, and they don’t tend to last long”I say grimly as a soft breath leaves me. “While my kind, we were different.”I say as I take a slow step, but not towards him just shifting, grounding myself in what I am.

When she arrived earlier, the little white fox had desperately bitten Nancy's pants, not wanting her to leave. At the time, Nancy thought the little white fox wanted to accompany her, so she brought it with her. "It's all my fault. I should've listened to you; I shouldn't have come out. I was wrong! You mustn't die. As long as you don't die, I'm willing to give up 20 years of my life!" Those words, heard by the dying little white fox, shocked it immensely. It was a spiritual being that had undergone cultivation and could understand human speech and emotions far better than ordinary animals.

He laughed, but it wasn't funny. “Well, we serve the Moon Goddess, who gives us the spirit of a wolf that helps us shift. The pairing is done with exceptional care and thought. So, wolf spirits that have lived many lives are usually paired with strong alpha pups to help guide them in caring for the pack. Lower-ranking wolves often have newer wolf spirits. So arguably, our wolf determines our status more than birthright.” “Oh, so it's like tribal things then?.” That idea was oddly more complex to process than anything else he said.

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

I watched as they all fell limp and dropped to the ground. I started to move but Custard blocked my path the moment the light was headed towards us. Custard raised one of his paws and brought it down the moment the light came close. He managed the make contact and I can finally see that that light’s form really was. “A spirit.” I whispered as I watched the little white fox shaking off the dizziness after receiving Custard’s blow. It was beautiful. It’s furr looking soft and white as snow. It’s mischievous blue eyes found mine and it made a sort of chuckling sound. Is it laughing?

Day after day, they worked hard to cultivate and do good deeds, the angels were touched by this, and they gave the challenge to give the fox a chance to become a human. On ordinary days of the month, the fox will live in the form of a beautiful girl, and live like a human, but on the night of the full moon, she will reappear as a nine-tailed fox. Only when the fox fills the spirit of the jewel in her heart by helping people fulfill their last wish before dying and the fox has to meet the man who truly loves her will she truly becomes fully human. The angels named the fox Renata and released it down the mountain, but when they reached the villages at the foot of the mountain, at first the peo

He landed and shook his feathers until he had settled himself. Carr had seen the owl and smiled. Some American Indian tribes considered the owl to be a spirit helper that allowed humans to contact the dead. He felt it was a good omen the owl had come here when he did. He looked at the feather tufts that the gave the Great Horned Owl it's name. He sent his thoughts to the owl. "Thank you my friend for joining us."