Withered Foxy Novels & Stories

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It's splendid!" Leaf squealed. I looked towards the talker and flinched with shock and fear when I saw a fox sitting in front of me. The fox was 5.7ft tall, with rose gold fur with a long white streaky trailing from his head to his fluffy tail. His paws were white too and the inside of his ears red. He was beautiful. "Love you!" Leaf shrieked. "You are so cute, Foxy!"

It would not take long for their bodies to turn purple from the poison and eventually die. The nine-tailed scarlet fox specialized in illusions. Its natural-born skill was called the nine-tailed illusion. Some mentally or spiritually weaker warriors would immediately lose themselves in the illusions after it was used. The fox would then hide in the shadows and take the chance to bite the warrior's neck, killing it in an instant! Neither of the beasts was easy to deal with, but they were not too difficult for Fane. Fane decided in just a moment as he pointed right at the nine-tailed scarlet fox!

said the golden-maned lion, who clearly still hadn’t had his fill of fun, "That makes you guys best friends, innit?" "Screw yourself," grimaced the tiger. Which idiot had coined that expression, for the love of Heavens! As if I could ever be friends with a bunch of foxy foxes! Streaks of yellow lines rushed down the slopes of the Ridge. They were large foxes more than four to five meters long. Their smooth copper-brown fur resembled silk. These were all high-tiered Beast Lords. "Queen Jiu You," observed one of them when they saw her riding on the white elephant.

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.

My hair turns a silver-white shade like the moon as fox ears, and nine tails pop on my head and back. I was ignoring all the stares and surprised looks from the crowd. The feral made a screeching howling. He came charging me full speed as I extended my hand and blasted my black-blue fox fire at him. He starts to screech in agony and pain. His whole body starts to melt; he reaches for me with little strength, still wanting to kill me, but before he can do that. His entire body then turned into ash. I let the magic go, and my appearance and the magic barrier dispel.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

I asked myself in my head, my mind racing. Turning the page, the book revealed more about fox spirits, their abilities, similar to werewolves but they were far stronger, depending on the number of their tails. They could generate fire or lightning from their mouth or tails, shapeshift, possess a person’s body and create illusions to manipulate and outsmart their opponents.

Her expression hardened with understanding, and without hesitation, she squared her shoulders and stepped toward the first corpse—the one with a gaping hole in his torso. I watched as her eyes glowed and flames burst forth. This time, the fire took on a blue hue, clearly stronger now that she’d finally eaten. At first, the body refused to ignite. Without accelerants like gasoline or kerosene, it took time. But eventually, the fire caught, its hungry tendrils licking up the limbs, curling over the corpse like a vengeful spirit. At least once a werewolf caught fire, it would burn all the way to the bones, leaving nothing behind.

I remembered my mates' disappointed faces. There were tales, theories, and conspiracies online about Werefoxes, and they were all fascinating. Werefoxes were like Werewolves that could transform between a human form into a wolf form, and in her case, a fox form. Werefoxes were believed to possess agility, cunning, and heightened senses.