Novel & Cerita Withered Foxy

"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.

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?

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.

If she could reach it… She sprinted. The fox laughed, low, delighted, and the mist surged with it. Shapes darted within the fog, shadows flitting just beyond vision. Then, two more voices joined the first. “Do not leave her the heart, sister.” “Share her. Tear her.” The mist condensed and two new foxes emerged, smaller but no less deadly, their tails flickering in spectral blue and white. Three pairs of eyes burned through the darkness now. Three sets of claws scraping against bone-dry roots.

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?

"You're..." "My silly girl has clearly forgotten," her mother laughed, seeing Sarah's confusion. "This is Travis Winters, our old neighbor. When you were little, you thought he was so handsome that you kept declaring you'd marry him someday. You even took the ring your father gave me for our anniversary and presented him as your ‘engagement ring.’ Don't you remember?" With her mother's reminder, fragments of memories returned to Sarah, though these events had happened when she was barely nine years old. Looking at the stunningly handsome face before her, she couldn't help saying, "You're even more handsome than you were back then."

The dim yellow light flowed across the walls, distorting and shifting the shadows of the beasts, making them seem alive and adding an eerie atmosphere. "Look at that one," Carl suddenly stopped and pointed to a carving on the left wall. Following the direction of his finger, Amelia saw a beast that resembled a fox but had nine tails, each covered in colorful patterns. A single horn grew from its head, and its eyes were gentle and lively. "It looks somewhat like a Nine-Tailed Fox, but it's not quite the same."

Not after what Vikrov did to Beth and Annette. “Expel them,” he’d said to the maids just before the warriors dragged them off. And no one has seen them since. As I roam through wide bushes of blooming roses, I suddenly spot a small fox huddled up beneath a massive plant boasting yellow flowers. I pause, crouching down next to the fox. Its eyes are shut, and its chest flutter weakly–barely breathing. “Hello, little one,” I say cautiously, extending a hand. “Are you okay?”

Toby was kicking up dust and dirt as he waited for my signal. “Let's go!” I rumbled. Toby kicked off before me, zooming down the path. Man, that wolf was fast, maybe one of the fastest in our pack. His light-brown fur glided effortlessly against the wind, then his head turned around slightly, looking back at me. The wolf smirked as his green eyes sparkled against the sun's rays.

"Nonsense! How dare you speak ill of Fearsome Mountain's former celestial masters! You're not worthy!" Third Grandpa Fox merely opened his mouth and swallowed the lightning bolt that had pierced through the roof. "Not bad. Fearsome Mountain isn't what it used to be. Is this all you, a dignified old celestial master, can do—just basic thunder magic? Has the Verse of the Golden Light been lost?" Titus was seething with rage at Third Grandpa Fox's mockery. However, several large foxes suddenly rushed in before Titus could strike back. They grabbed Waylon's body and began devouring it on the spot.