Withered Foxy Novels & Stories

Moving on, the Frost Wendigo, a creature resembling a monstrous and vicious Undead covered in blood, flesh, and animal pelt was exposed to miasma and named, evolving into a Winter Wendigo Queen, it seemed to be a female, and when it evolved, it gained the ability to take into a female form resembling a half-goat woman with pale-white skin and wearing the skull of a goat over her head, while covering her body with animal pelt… She was able to speak and became as strong as an SSS-Rank.

Xabat snorted and released the condensed Tai Chi Power in her hands, morphing them into two golden foxes that bellowed like thunder, hurtling straight toward James. Confronted with the mystical force, James remained motionless. As the two golden foxes charged forward, he bore an ominous grin. Then, something strange occurred. Upon reaching James, the two golden foxes abruptly halted and their roars silenced. Their bodies underwent a rapid reduction, transforming into two small nine-tailed foxes.

"Ember, don't be afraid." Looking at the beautiful fox on one of the top branches of the tree, Adolf assured. Maryn stared at the fox and muttered, "It indeed has a striking coat of fur that is marbled with white, black and blue. Its Amber eyes are glowing so beautifully, it has a really eye-catching appearance. It's a rare fox that looks so cute... I thought it was a husky but..." "Ember, don't panic." Hearing Adolf talk so loudly, Maryn was pulled out of her imagination. She skipped a glance at the scared fox and then back to Adolf.

“The money you spent on that little brat, and now you have the nerve to ask us for more? Weren’t you fine traveling with Sophia before? “Weren’t you ignoring our requests then? You liked hanging out with her, right? Then figure it out yourselves! Now you come begging us? Too late!” Grandma snatched the phone and hung up. “Look at this. Still have the nerve to stroll around with that fox! “Now that you’re out of money, you come asking us? No one is allowed to help them! They killed Arthur! How dare they beg for help? Do you hear me?” “All right… " We won’t…,” Dad and I assured Grandma.

Ivy obediently accepted the bowl and drank it all in one go. Seeing how her face crunched up due to the drink's bitterness, Mary immediately handed her a piece of candy. "That's a good girl. Two more rounds and we're all done. By then, your leg will be healed, and you can once again stand on stage." Heartache gleamed in Mary's eyes. She patted Ivy's head lovingly. Ivy looked at her legs. She had indeed successfully escaped from the fire, but she did not expect to see barrels of gasoline in the abandoned warehouse.

Faith chewed on her lips as her eyes moves towards the board again – she go through everything she has learned about the alliance once again. Lately, she was able to learn that every member is a wolf disguised as a sheep. Everyone is trying to tear the other down. She doesn’t care who wins in the end, all she wants is the doom of Aldo. She smashed her lips together, as her eyes fixed on a picture of a very attractive Asian man, Felix. She narrowed her eyes and recall what Levi told her about him.

As Dove predicted, after the two left, a werewolf appeared. His name is Louis. He comes from a noble family whose father is a magician. But during the war between werewolves and fox monsters, his father was convicted by the king. After his father's execution, he carried a deep hatred in his heart. He hopes to avenge his entire family when he has enough power to rule the whole kingdom. Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Louis was sure that the cave had just had a bloody war. His two friends disappeared. Louis sniffed around and could still smell foxes - the youkai he hated the most. He was sure the fox had killed his friends. But he didn't understand. Who had the strength to kill these

I had taken out one and Oliver incapacitated another so two against four was hardly fair odds but I guess they hadn’t had a work out in a while. Come on. I looked down at the fox who was cowering underneath me still. Did they hurt you that badly? She looked up at me and turned to the side showing a few punctures in her side. Maybe she had a cracked rib or two based on where those marks were. One wolf tried rushing me and Andre took him out with a bulldoze to the side. I guess I should have started moving but I just couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so small. Why would she change into this thing?

Past the abandoned roads and broken runestones, Marek moved alone through the thick fog, his massive wolf form barely visible in the pale mist. The Withering Hollow was a place even wolves whispered about with fear. The earth here was soft and damp, smelling of rot and iron. The skeletal trees that lined his path bled dark sap, their twisted limbs curling inward like skeletal fingers. Bone charms swung from branches, clicking softly in the wind. Effigies made of straw and fleshless animal parts were nailed to tree trunks, their eyeless faces staring into nothing.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?