Withered Foxy Novels & Stories

He even coyly pointed his gun in the air and blew on the barrel as if blowing off smoke, “While a wolf and a bear are embroidered in a fight over a fish, it is the fox that ends up running away with it in its mouth.” …how do you run off with yourself in your mouth? (／≧ω＼) The two’s hearts felt tickled by the sheer cuteness of the little guy, but their wounded manly pride refused to accept defeat. They huddled together to look through the virtual representation of the track and see how the hell such a small and cute vixen managed to steamroll them. That’s right! They got steamrolled! Their two scores combined and doubled weren’t as high as Noah’s score!! ○|￣|_

For if the boy was not quick enough to block his strikes and even his tail, how did he avoid his claws? On the other end, the White Fox wasn’t dawdling either. Her mouth opened wide as she summoned the forces of Edict within the vicinity. And they streaked towards her without any hesitation. *Glow: Triple Element Breath Attack* Fire, Wind and the rare Metal element gathered before the Whit Fox. Slowly all three elements merged into one and stabilized under the nurturing of the White Fox who was just as eager to kill Mane now as the Slender Cat was. Slowly the ball grew bigger and more stable, and the eyes of the White Fox were filed with anticipation.

Thick red clouds of dust filled the air as nearly 500 bikes rode out of the gates to the Orc Fortress. Half were heading west and the other half heading north. Gin lead the north company while Fredrick lead the west. Boman was serving as Fredrick's deputy and Niko was gin's. Their first victim would be a tribe of Red foxes. These were a unique energy beast that had tails made of fire, they would use their flame tails as weapons to cast spells. Xasha wanted babies from this tribe so he could raise and study them himself. He wanted to get inspiration from how they used their tails to make better mana weapons.

Foxy nodded and entered the battlefield with her weapon. Foxy fought the female commander and defeated her easily, as Philip expected. The maids were weaker in combat and fell into Philip’s hands without resistance. “This snake meat is a good source of nourishment. Even if we don’t eat it, we can sell it for a fortune.” Philip marveled at the sight of the carcasses. These monsters were very valuable. Foxy sighed as she had fulfilled her wish. She looked at Philip expectantly. “Thank you for helping me. I wouldn’t have defeated them so easily if not for you. Although Sienna, the culprit, is still at large, I’m very satisfied for now.”

Oceana said in fear as she saw a nine tailed fox walking towards her with an angry face. She picked up a stick from the ground and tried using it, but the fox wasn't backing out. Oceana stepped backwards on ever step the fox made, and she didn't know when she stumbled on a stone and fell. The nine tailed fox wasn't backing down as it moved closer and closer to her. Oceana crawled backwards, and then she fell into a hole.

The pain radiated through him and caused him to fall to his knees. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, and if you think it's back now just wait until my brother sinks his claws in you.” Abaddon laughed as she turned on her heels and walked away. Abaddon didn’t lie, Daniel knew he would have hell to pay when he faced Azazel again, after telling Abigail everything. The whip snapped again, but this time it was different, the whip had been changed out. This one was made of barbed wire, and it sliced through Daniel’s skin like butter. As it reared back, Daniel tried to brace himself for the next strike, but nobody could brace themselves enough to be prepared for the sharp, slicing pain of the barb

I couldn't help but whimper at what I saw. While my face seemed okay, and I could see alright, my eyes had an eerie, clouded over appearance to them. I turned to get a look at my torso and whimpered at the sight of the bones of my ribcage sticking out from my skin, hollowed out, my organs able to be seen through my bones. Bile rose to my throat and I began to gag at how horrifying it was to see my innards revealed like that. My skin was broken in patches throughout my body like this, including on two of my legs. I whimpered. I got my wolf back, but she was exactly as Tyce said—a wolf that had risen from the dead, as if I were in a horror movie. I couldn't go out in public like this.

ing down as something in a cage rustled then yelped in pain. Silas walked in quickly, looking towards the cage sitting on a cart where a small little bundle of dirty white fur- almost brown from all the dirt- was curled up. I could see blood staining it's fur as golden eyes looked up at me in slight fear and hope. It was chained to the bottom of the cage, the chains tightening on it and cutting into it's skin every time it moved. I walked up to the cage quickly and broke it open, using my knife to help break the creature free from it's bonds. It was quickly on it's feet but as soon as it took a step, it fell down and started to lay it's ears back as it's body shook. It was too weak to stand

They were snarling at me, licking their chomps in my face, when I heard a voice behind me. The women were just like the foxes colors, the cross Fox was a tanned woman with long orange red hair, the black fox was white with black hair, and the red Fox was white with red hair, what freaked me out es that none of them had eyes, they where all skin, and bones. They didn’t move an inch, the sky had changed back to dark, but the white fox in the middle didn’t, it actually glowed, “okay now I know I’m drunk on my birthday, because this all looks a freaky version of an alien abduction,” I start to massage my head because now I think that I imaged the voice that spoke from behind me. It scared me tha

Bones cracked, muscles expanded, and his form grew larger. But then I realized something was terribly wrong. This was not his wolf. The creature standing in front of me was massive—far bigger than Aiden’s true form had ever been. Its fur was pitch black, darker than the night itself, and it looked almost unnatural, like shadows clinging to its body. A foul smell filled the air around it. Rot. Decay. It was the sickening scent of something dead. My stomach turned as I stared at it. The wolf’s eyes glowed with a cruel, unnatural light, and the energy radiating from it felt heavy and suffocating, like pure anger given physical form.