Wolfoo Fox Novels & Stories

My paws pounded against the hard concrete as I didn’t think I just jumped. One of the wolves had something small in it’s mouth, something like a pelt, no… a black fox? It was limp as he tossed it to the side and gave me a snarl. I returned by clamping my mouth over his biting with a force that ripped is nose from is face. The taste of blood, bone, saliva, all fueling me to release and clamp down on his neck tearing a chunk out and allowing him to collapse. Where is Freya? I growled to Oliver who was in the process of tearing off the leg of one wolf who thought he could be pinned.

[POWER VEIL: ADAPTIVE MODE] [FACULTY DETECTION: PARTIAL — REDIRECTED] The headmaster stepped forward, voice amplified across the courtyard. “Welcome to Apex Academy,” he said. “You are not here because you are powerful. You are here because the world expects you to become dangerous.” Eyes scanned the crowd. “Let us begin with introductions.” The first group stepped forward. Werewolf Alpha Candidates. A tall boy with silver-streaked hair smiled confidently. His presence forced nearby wolves to stiffen. “Dominance output at eighteen percent,” a faculty member muttered. “Impressive for his age.”

Which made it confusing how she had done so much damage to the rogues. One of the rogues had claimed that the she-wolf had half shifted and held that half shift while fighting them. Half shift is a learned skill that few master. For an underage she-wolf to do that and inflict damage on rogues, it was impressive. I smiled. Maybe the she-wolf would be worth the trouble of an unauthorized visit to her pack.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

I'm watching this incredible documentary about - I didn't even know what to say, because the truth is I got lost in yet another Frankenstein novel. - I worry, Beck, with all my heart, you really need to get some air, where is Anna? Can't she go with you? - said my mother worried enough to almost throw me out of the house. - Anna is organizing the wedding, she doesn't have time to waste on me anymore," I said with a little more wisdom than I intended. - And you are the worst godmother in the world, aren't you? Shouldn't you be helping your best friend? - she said, a little indignant with me.

“Nah. It would take more than just a horse to make me jealous.” “Right…” I said, knowing better than that. Oliver opened his mouth to say something but his phone chimed with a news update. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. I kept brushing the horse but paid attention to him. He was reading something and he seemed worried as he started to chew his fingernails. That was never a good sign. “What is it?” I asked in a deep tone as I stopped brushing. “Wolfe Ranch is smart, and that horse you’re in love with is fucking valuable,” he said.

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.

the fox replies. My jaw drops in shock. I had no idea that I was fighting a female fox all this time! How could I have possibly missed such an obvious detail? I can't help but feel embarrassed as I let out a nervous laugh. "I couldn't tell you were a girl because you have no tits and curves," I say, roaring with laughter. "Fuck you, wolfboy. That's not funny," the fox says from behind the tree. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! But you have to admit this is pretty funny."

I left the house with a slam of the door and took off into a run, shifting the moment I reached the edge of the forest. I ran through the woods exhilarated at the feel of the wind over my fur. I loved running in this form. It was probably my favorite thing about being a wolf; getting to feel the earth underneath my paws, the wind on my face, and the way colors, sounds, and smells sharpened. It was beautiful.

Jeff looked up when he heard someone walking in the door. Xylon could barely contain himself as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "It worked! The Dire Wolf Gene is turned off. In fact, it's totally disabled. They tried to turn it back on and it was just down right dead. The antidote apparently can keep it from ever being turned on again." Xylon was grinning ear to ear. Of course, in his excitement, his Greek accent was thicker.