Withered Foxy Voice Line Novels & Stories

He already had a deep voice, but now it's even deeper and more gravelly. "My voice and eyes changed because this is my wolf presenting himself. I am Axel, my little pup. I am truly happy to meet you, little one." He smiled a kind smile. I was totally freaked out, but also very intrigued. Is that why I have a a crazy sense of smell, speed and strength?

The demon’s voice changed simultaneously from that of an old woman to that of a small girl and back to a young teenage boy all the voices were screaming one thing “She belongs to us!” The voices then reverted back to an old woman’s and then suddenly changed into a deep croaking voice. “I consecrate and clear Wendy Wayne, let nothing but joy linger around her, in Jesus name!” The black smoke hit up to the sky and it dissipates in a loud ghostly moan and a really long bloody centipede crawled out and I smashed the insect with my feet. Wendy is lying on the ground unconscious, I come to her and she’s still breathing so I lift her up and a portal appears behind me

in various voices: Nasal, Gruff, Monotonous, Cheerful, Grating, Guttural, Shrill, Hoarse, Sweet, Husky, Modulated, Booming, Small, Quavering, Wheezy… There were also paid options like Morgan Freeman, Obama, Batman (Christian Bale), Harry Potter, Cookie Monster, Tom Holland… Kate picked Husky, as she thought all girls would, and the screen returned to Ecto’s minimalist bedroom. “Oh wow! I can speak.” The CGI image of Ecto still didn’t move its mouth and his words still typed themselves in a chat balloon, but now they were accompanied with the husky voice Kate had picked. It drifted from the phone speaker. “Awesome…” Kate uttered under her breath. More amazingly, her word also materialized in

I stammer out, and Hendrix chuckles at my hesitation. Willow nods at me and turns the radio on. Foxy Lady. She hums along to it, swaying in her seat. I can tell every movement is deliberate, designed to tease me. “What’s your wolf’s name?” I blurt out. “Jamie,” she says, smiling up at me. “Jamie?” I snort. “Are you for real?” “Yeah,” her brows furrow the slightest bit. It’s adorable. “What is yours?” “Hendrix,” he speaks through me, and I don’t have to think too hard to know my eyes are rimmed with red right now.

he rasps in that husky baritone voice of his that cracks whenever his damaged vocal cords are overworked. “Not breathing,” I gasp out. “Who’s not breathing? Dis-moi,” he commands. I tell him. “Baby,” I choke. “One of your baby brothers isn’t breathing?” He questions. I hear his voice breaking as he shouts at Fox in French. “Weston, I need you to follow my instructions.” I hear the clinical voice of Fox say over the phone. “I’m sending the other boys your way now with supplies. Listen to me carefully.” I do too.

Philip looked at Foxy curiously, wondering why she said that. Foxy pulled Philip aside and set up a soundproof barrier. “I was born with this flute in my hand. With this flute, I can control all the monster beasts in the world as long as they aren't divine beasts or possess a powerful bloodline.”

Third Grandpa Fox slowly shed his human form, transforming into a massive black fox. A low, sharp, piercing growl rumbled from its throat, causing everyone present to instinctively cover their ears. Titus's expression changed drastically as he glared at Third Grandpa Fox, shouting, "What do you think you're doing?" Third Grandpa Fox sneered, "I don't intend to do much—just rally Mount Tor's Fox family and wipe out Fearsome Mountain!" Titus burst into laughter. "Fearsome Mountain has 2,000 years of heritage. Do you really think a bunch of fur-covered beasts can destroy us?"

Victor's response came as a defiant roar from across the field, “Then let us clash in battle, Ferdinand!” Ferdinand retrieved a vial of serum, a creation of the Eclipse Laboratory. Though not as potent as the Dark King’s special serum, it still held the power to rejuvenate his aging form. He injected it into his blood, and his body underwent a transformation, growing into a formidable dark gray wolf, his muscles bulging with newfound strength. With a fierce howl, he charged towards the center of the field, his son Charles and their army echoing his cry, creating a thunderous cacophony that resonated through the air.

Official 4 interjected, glancing between them. "I think I can help with that." They heard a new voice say and from the shadows, appeared a lanky male Elf holding a red and white fox along with a female human with a pixie cut and big male human with a scar on his face.

the voice told the male. The male chuckled. “I’d like to see you try and take me back.” he challenged. “Come out and face me!” he growled. “I’m right in front of you.” the voice said and punched the male in the face. The male was out cold and was transported to the cells for questioning. Phenix carefully made her way out of the mine only to be met with three rogues trying to figure out what was going on. “Well, well, well, looks like we have a lost pup, boys.” A hooded male chuckled.