Withered Foxy Novels & Stories

The man dissolved into water and reformed near Ro, standing in his naked glory. Ro shrieked and jumped back in fear. A big opaque bubble began to erupt from the water and Venkat jumped in front of Ro protectively. The bubble burst and a beautiful white fox with three fluffy tails emerged. It snarled at the finman, its three tails rising in the air and gliding before dropping down into the water. Ro felt a jolt of electricity run through her as the finman sneered at the fox.

I’d like to think that I’d have been nobler or more courageous, but if I was faced with the terror of Rufus, I’d be wary of dating any boy, let alone my best friend. The way his dad looks at me now makes me shrink in my seat. He seems to grow five feet taller, his muscles rippling as his fists clench so hard they turn white. He scowls at me with such disgust and loathing hatred, it’s as if I’m a squirming cockroach flipped on my back, legs scuttling in the air helplessly.

How was it even possible something that large would fit into her narrow channel? Wait. Her channel? Unbidden the image of Mike Volka flashed in her brain, more moisture soaked her panties and heat crept up her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She put hands over Mischief's eyes. "Don't look, kitty." Jamie took a sip of her soft drink, a bite of her sandwich and chewed slowly as she turned the page. "Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies."

Her body was running out of strength and she could hold herself anymore. While she tried to grasp another branch, it broke and she fell down with it. The foxes looked at each other then started moving towards her with their mouths wide open. Gabby knew that she was done for. She could see strange rays of light coming from the foxes eyes. She closed her eyes as she lifted her hands and to her surprise she heard a loud bang . When she opened her eyes she saw almost three foxes lying on the ground. She was stunned and afraid at the same time.

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!! ○|￣|_

"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.

The Wolves reside in a dense, ancient forest that lies on the outskirts of Greiner, far from the prying eyes of the Fairies. Here, they have lived in seclusion for the past years. They had numerous tents filled with male werewolves as the fairies were able to get rid of all female wolves and they can't mate with a fairy because the power of the fairy can't allow a wolf grow. And all fairies had power. However they've been surving hiding from the fairies in the woods but they refused to grow weak. Their Alpha, Conri was ruthless and dauntless, but he cared alot for his pack. He was just a little child when the fairies took his mother away and has strived to keep the pack together.

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…”

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.

Andrius spoke softly, looking at Arctic Fox in the main seat. “Ah...” The Arctic Fox had long been frightened by Noir’s skills. Although Andrius only called him softly, he trembled and slid down the seat weakly, using the chair’s leg to barely support his body and prevent himself from making a bigger fool of himself. “Y-you...” The Arctic Fox looked at the three with a bewildered expression, his face full of confusion and fear. He asked in a trembling voice, “W-who the hell are you?” In his impression, Noir’s skills had already surpassed the limitations of the world.