Withered Toy Foxy Novels & Stories

Three-year-old Theo, with his curious eyes and tousled hair, snuggled up close, his little hand reaching out to touch the colorful illustrations on the pages. "Once upon a time in a faraway land," Mama Hazel began, her voice gentle and melodic, "there lived a playful fox named Oliver. He had a bright orange coat and a mischievous twinkle in his eye." Theo's eyes widened in wonder as he listened intently, captivated by the tale unfolding before him.

My wolf moves around inside me itching to get out. They begin to run like they’re running for their lives. I chuckle. Roxy turns and smiles. “Eager as beavers, right?” I nod as I go to the front of the property where there are spare coats hanging and grab her an orange puffa with a faux fur trimmed hood.

"Can you shrink just a little more? It doesn't look balanced. Don't you have any sense of aesthetics?" Alexia was furious and frustrated. How dare Woody talk about aesthetics with her? Did he even have any sense of aesthetic himself? Although she was unwilling to do any of that for him, Alexia still shrunk her body as per Woody's request. And in the end, she turned into a fox that looked like a dog. "That's right! How adorable is that?" Woody said in satisfaction. Then, he smiled and nodded. "You're like a small white puppy. Not bad, I can bring you out now."

I can feel myself starting to drool, anticipating the crunch as I eat them to the bones. One long, bloody tongue sticks out to licked clean the bloody splatters on my huge crimson paw. I gazed down at my blood-stained red fur. I leaped to viciously bite the neck of the nearby werewolf, turning the earth an even redder shade as I joyfully ended his life with a blood-curdling howl. ______________________ "Uhm..." I moaned as I got up slowly. I did not expect to doze. I smiled as Foxy huddled closer. I feel bothered with my weird dream just now. Who was that wolf? I stand and put my little fox on the ground as it happily munch on the beef jerky I gave him.

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.

Julian held me tightly, as if the slightest loose grip would let me vanish into thin air. My parents watched the display, nodding in immediate, eager approval before the entire room erupted into celebratory laughter. Clearly, they all felt like they had won big. "I can barely breathe," I wheezed, squirming slightly against his iron grip. "Can you let me go first?" The usually stoic, unreadable man merely buried his face deeper into my shoulder. A moment later, I felt a distinct, warm dampness soaking into the fabric of my dress.

Wolf! Damn, Jamie. You really are losing it. Her neighbors were out doing their own decorating, too. Some people put out fake bodies, others had witches flying in their trees. Still others had ghosts suspended from porch eaves or the limbs of their trees. Jamie had her own special effects - a ghost and a witch - that Mike set out for her.

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

I feel the satisfaction everytime I watch it. While sitting here on the couch, my eyes is staring at the little fluffy dog toy that I get from the factory. Of course, it is for free since the owner of the company is my father. I chose it because of the smooth texture of its skin. It is dog toy that can speak when you hit the black button on its upper right foot. It is also walking but just in a medium speed. The cuteness of it is overloading that is why I can't remove my eyes on it.

Two foxies immediately jumped on them, each placing themselves on Jai and Darrion’s thighs and making themselves comfortable. “What are these creatures?” Jai asked, patting the foxy that was lying on his thigh. It looked like a mix of a fox and an axolotl. It has the body of a chubby baby fox, and three pairs of protruding furs that are different in color on each side of their faces. The body fur is pure white while the three pairs of furs are green in color. “They’re very cute.” The dragon smiled and took the other foxy into her arms. “These are Grenyas. They’re the predictors of weathers. If there’s a storm coming, I will not open the portal for them to play outside…”