Withered Foxy Novels & Stories

She trembled. Both Kristoff and Jim could smell her fear. Meanwhile, it was getting crazy back at Mitch's packhouse. “I want to double the warriors at each border,” Alpha Felix roared. The rogues had been terrorizing the pack as of lately. Something wasn't right, and Alpha Felix was angry that he lost two more of his pack members. “Mitch, as the future Alpha, your job is -” Felix paused. “Mitch, son, are you OK?” Felix rose to his feet and hurried over to where Mitch sat.

The black fox shook its head and grinned in a human-like manner, speaking in a human voice, "You're from the Python family. Who's your shaman?" "Lord Fifth and Miss Sixth," Chad replied. "Which member of the Fox family are you?" "Lord Fifth and Miss Sixth? You're quite something, having two shamans," the black fox said, sniffing around Tenan's body in astonishment. "The younger generation calls me Third Grandpa Fox. You can call me that, too. Hmm, I smell Evergrow..." The black fox looked at Chad seriously, clearly seeking confirmation. Chad explained, "Men turn into undead beasts, women into revenants. Rebuilding the body helps achieve immortality but delays your transformation into a demon

Then abruptly a savage backlash knocked us all to the trampled earth. Deafening silence engulfed us. All still moved and breathed, but some dark curse drained them of will or motion. Through the battlefield haze I glimpsed the source by his standard's stark silhouette. Fox stood wreathed in swirling umbra drawn from soldiers both living and dead. The necromantic vortex visibly leeched their waning life forces into the monster wearing familiar flesh. He had become fully the abomination ever lurking beneath his affable guise. This ultimate desecration could not be borne!

The Fox’s voice echoed in my head, a psychic hiss. I knew the legends. In the old sectors, they called them Kitsune or Fox-Demons—creatures that stole lives to extend their own. This wasn't tech; this was ancient, dark 'Noir' magic. She’d already stolen two lives to get those tails. She needed my youth to reset her clock, but the life growing inside me made the 'transfer' impossible. The Fox lunged. She was twice my size, moving with a speed that blurred the air. I dove across the shattered glass, my reflexes sharp and jagged.

“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.

Something in the way he said it made her fall silent—his words settling heavy and true, stirring a quiet unease beneath her skin. Nearing the mansion, something moved in the undergrowth. A small fox cub, its fur warm and reddish-brown, trembling and afraid. Fiora’s face lit up. “Vael—look!” It tried to run, but one of its legs was injured. Fiora knelt at once. “Hey, little one…” Her voice was soft, gentle—and the cub stopped. It shivered, but did not flee. Moments later, it stepped forward and pressed its cold nose to the palm of her hand.

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.

I leaned over the sink and vomited. Halima, the maid, heard me and rushed in. “Are you okay?” she asked, gently placing her hand on my shoulder. “I’m okay,” I whispered. “Let me get you a glass of water,” she said softly, her voice blurring as my thoughts scattered. I nodded weakly. But inside, a quiet realization was already unfurling — slow, trembling, impossible to ignore. Something inside me had changed.

“But, for the record, if the duel went on, Ekul would have won.” I laughed, punching him playfully and asked, “So, did you make a wish?” “Of course I did. That’s how I met the beautiful Princess Wolf Jasmine.” He beamed, his whole face lighting up. “Princess Foxy Jasmine actually.” “Foxy?” “You remind me of a fox in your wolf form. So beautiful. And foxy.” “Foxes are orange.” “Some are brown. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy wolf.” He snickered.

Accepting defeat, Zelda disappeared, going to meet his master. The Fox tails were seen buried deep beneath the group behind him as he regard everyone in front of him. "You can stop shivering now Ice Fang." the rumbling deep voice of the Fox told Ice Fang who didn't even notice his legs shaking. "He's gone." "Who told you I was shivering? Have you forgotten that I am covered in Ice? Of course I would shiver," Ice Fang said back. "It's been long," Ice Frost said, smiling, his canines teeth showing.