Yip Fox Novels & Stories

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

~2 Days Ago~ “Tell me more about Felix,” Faith asked as she takes a bite of an apple wedge. Mateo squinted his eyes, “Felix?” He asked. Faith chewed the apple and nodded her head, “Felix. The hot Asian member of the ally that gives off Oppa energy,” She added mush to Mateo’s dislike.

Instead of running a satellite program, Fox typed in something else. Her smile began to etched sweetly on her teenage face. Fox remembered how stupid Boston Hopkins was when he didn't realize that the nano chip that had been stuck in his teeth had stuck above his head. Fox pasted it just above the crown of his head. There will be no more failures now. When Boston concentrated on transmitting his thoughts, he did not realize that his thoughts had been controlled by Fox.

Then she said in a low voice, "I've been practicing the Sacred Fox Method which came from the ancient Sacred Fox Sect. Legend has it that the founder of the sect was a member of the sacred fox clan." "People's first impression of a fox is coquetry. They believe that foxes can bewilder people, which is unreal. The sacred foxes were famous for being loyal to love. They would give anything away for their lovers. "The Sacred Fox Method had two special spells. One was the Fox Hypnosis, which was almost the same as the mind-bewitching skills; the user would be backfired if their targets had strong spirits. The consequence of the backfire was falling in love with the target, no matter if the person

Everyone sighs deeply in relief when I hear the wheels screeching on the asphalt, indicating that they’re gone. Beware of the Fox? These four words are keep playing on my mind even Francois is long gone. Fox? FOX Fuck! François Oscar Xavier. François Oscar Xavier is the Fox.

His drink contains some herbs that soothe and ease a wolf’s nerves and helps them relax, blended with some herbs that heighten their sensual side. The fox is not just any fox, which is partially why they are so hyperactive and flirtatious. They are a Kitsuné, which is extremely rare and never male. It is especially odd that this Kitsuné has a penis maybe that is why they have the hips, ass and chest of a female.

she gleams. She leads me to the gardens of black glass trees and silver roses. I walk until my legs stop shaking. All of a sudden, tiny fox cub–flame-red, starlight eyes, darts out and yips at my heels. I crouch. It licks my fingers, then trots after me like it’s always been mine. "Cute little thing aren't you?". It yips back in response. "That's a moon fox. They rarely come. Extremely picky creatures. Guess this little one chose you".Lyriel says, looking at it in adoration.

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

Dylan asked again. “Mr. York, I’ve told you, I don’t know who Fox is. I only know a fox is an animal, like in the zoo. If you ask me again if I’m Fox, I’ll think you’re calling me a vixen.” “‘Fox’ is just a nickname, meaning she’s very cunning and deceptive. I call her Chameleon Fox for her ability to shape-shift into many different identities. She changes so much that people mistake her for many different people, but in reality, she’s only one person.”

After all, Yule could never take Foxy from him. Foxy was not wearing a hat, so Yule could tell from her face and ears that she was definitely not a human. “This young lady has furry ears, so she must be a beast. How interesting. Her ears are quite pretty, but I wonder if she can keep them once I get my hands on her,” Yule said viciously with a look of disdain on his face. Meanwhile, Mason was still thinking of ways to get Philip’s weapon. “Stop worrying about it. I need to speak to you.”