Novel & Cerita Withered Foxy

The path I marked is gone. I swallow hard and turn away. Suddenly, a small shape scurries at the edge of my vision. I blink and gasp. It’s Snowflake, my childhood pet fox, white fur shining even in the dim light. My heart leaps with relief. “Snowflake?” I whisper, reaching out. But as I step closer, the beautiful fox’s body rots before my eyes. Its fur falls away like dead leaves, revealing flesh crawling with worms and bones breaking through the skin.

There are jars of dried herbs, hand-labeled in delicate script: valerian, yarrow, motherwort, wolfsbane— I pause, noticing that one’s corked tighter than the rest. My gaze settles on Roxy—she’s a shifter, I can tell without a doubt. There’s no blood, no bruises, no sign she fought back. She’s lying there as though she’s been mildly poisoned. It has to be the bane.

BLAGSH! Dust filled the air. Oliver coughed and cleared his view. The body of the fox lay lifelessly on the ground as its body started to turn into dust. After that, what was left was an odd-looking black ball. When he picked it up, he could still feel the lingering dark magic from the fox’s core.

Red fox nodded " Give me the finest whore, I will surprise our King tonight. Do you have any pretty Virgin whore?" Iron Coyote replied " Just two, One is with Brother and the other is with me " Red Fox moved close to Iron Coyote and punched his chest " Then Give me yours as a welcoming gift " Iron Coyote pushed him a little " Not a Chance Cousin, Not a Chance " He laughed " Now I am even more excited to see both of Yours kriya " Three horses welcome Red fox and talked with Iron Coyote " Whore have been arranged for you " Iron Coyote sits and starts drinking again " Give it to Cousin Red Fox, I have selected my whore already "

Damon answered, and Talos scoffed. “Do you think I’m a fool? Red-furred wolves are extinct! They were erased from the face of the earth years ago!” “Yes! That is exactly what he thought too, until we saw her transform tonight.” Damon further explained. Talos creased his brows and looked at his children like they had gone crazy. “Father, please calm down and let us explain what happened. We need her in this kingdom. There are a lot of people trying to kill her out there.” Megan uttered, hoping her father would listen to them.

Their eyes glowed a sickly green, their faces twisted in grotesque smiles. The furies. They had found me. Terror surged through me, freezing me in place. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My body refused to move, paralyzed by the sheer weight of their presence. The furies advanced, their whispers filling the air around me, wrapping around me like chains. “Ava… you belong to us now…” “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t… I don’t belong to you…” But the furies only laughed again, their voices dripping with malice. “Oh, but you do… Your soul is ours…”

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.

"I'm going to be sick." Cressida turned around from the front seat, blinking. Then she picked up a small, elegant diffuser from the center console. "You're not allergic to this scent, are you?" I saw what she was holding. A Silvermoon Herb diffuser. It was an herbal product used to stimulate a wolf's spirit. To a healthy wolf, it was just a pleasant aroma. But for a wolf with spirit decay, it triggered a violent rejection. He remembered. Seven years ago, I told him once that this scent made me sick.

Stepping closer, they move out of the shadows and that's when I see them clearly. 15 vicious rogues snarled at me, while taking small predator steps towards me. Surrounding me, they trapped me from all sides leaving no means of escape. My body shivered as I saw the colour of their eyes changing. From yellow the blood Red. Showing only one emotion that scared the shi* out of me and my weak wolf. Hunger And Fervour The archaic name of the word that blinds everyone's senses and makes all of us descendents of animals.

Chapter 36 Foxy’s POV I’m no longer Sam. I feel it so clearly as we walk to the table where Alpha Blair and my old friend Micki are waiting. Sam would never betray Micki by hooking up with her fiancé behind her back. Shit. What was I thinking? I didn’t know that was for sure. And, of course, the Alpha didn’t resist me either. If not, he welcomed my advances. I’m Foxy, and that will never change. I won’t dwell on the past anymore. I will continue my journey to my independence, but I need to be wise regarding what the Alpha can do for me. I need my wolves. It doesn’t matter how great Ace is; he can’t make me completely whole. I need more.