White Fox Man Novels & Stories

Others were on the flood, bleeding from puncher wound to their neck, "Finally you are awake," a man stood on a podium staring down at me. But he wasn't like any man, his eyes were ruby red, and he had both features of a bat and a man, "Tell me," he spoke again, "What is a high class wolf like you doing out in the human world, living such a lie, in fact I personally think you did a great job blending in," "What— what are you talking about?" Fear captured my voice letting it shake like plants in a blizzard,

I can see Fhoxia, she is real, she might not have a presence that I may sense BUT she is not a hallucination or ghost or a soul that this bastard claims to be! “This,” he pointed to Fhoxia from head to toe. “is not alive. Fhoxia borrowed a dead body which allowed her to use her power. She may be the messenger of darkness but she is not the danger. Fhoxia is here to point out the true danger that may affect the werewolf realm, and this is not a story I created.” “How can you know all that when this Fhoxia can’t even talk!?” What if he manipulated an uneducated rogue or something just to implement this plan?

It's not that he has never been attacked by foxes,, he has been attacked a couple of times and he killed most of them using to his power. The strength of the half human half foxes could not be compared to that of the grade one species. The foxes knew of his existence but they found it difficult to know his location. They knew that he had killed very many foxes and they wanted to take revenge on him.

"This baby is a rare offspring of a two-tailed wolf and the third offspring of the most respected and powerful Rogue in our territory." "A two-tailed wolf? I thought that was a myth?!" The short-haired man shouted in surprise. "Brat, will you shut up? Why are you yelling? Do you want people to hear our conversation? You want your head cut off by Ivyari?"' The man shook his head and swallowed with difficulty, "No, of course not. I still want to live longer-" Xevia heard the sound of someone falling to the floor with a thud. "All clear, come here!" The man who had brought Xander to the Sanktuarium via the waterway had knocked out two stupid guards with a blowgun of his own devising.

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.

Despite being a shaman, the fat man possessed something that suppressed it, preventing it from using its guardian immortal powers to help Nancy. "A little slutty fox, making you so sad. Let's stomp it to death!" the fat man sneered, raising his foot and stomping down hard. "No!" Nancy's eyes widened as she watched the little white fox being crushed, bleeding from its orifices. Suddenly, a white petal floated into the room, and the fat man who had stomped on the fox collapsed. His leg, the one that had stomped on the fox, was neatly severed at the knee.

I emphasized the tale part and he let out a small puff of breath, "You are the phoenix, Galina. You are the legendary Phoenix!" Well, that one had me laughing, “Dude, are you high or something? How can I be a phoenix? And how do I even believe everything you said about werefoxes and stuff? You said you are one of the six spirits, which one?” I said all this flailing my arms around, whatever this guy smoked, it wasn't healthy at all! “A lycanthrope! I am a lycan.” He said causing me to scoff and place my hands on my waist,

“You wanted to talk with us.” “We did. Please take a seat.” They nodded and sat opposite my large oak desk in the chairs next to Mulvey. “First my apologies for taking so long in finding out who caused all of this shit for the both of you. But they seemed to be somewhat of a ghost ” “So did you manage to find out who they were?” “We did. Mulvey managed to track down our ghost.” “And who is this ghost?” “A guy known well on the mafya world Orion Miller, does his name mean anything to you?”

There was mostly forest around before we were met with a tent where our men were. Austin came to us quickly. “We found a wolfman, he is not part of our pack but a rogue. He told us he witnessed the hunter kill Fernando.” Austin repeated. “Where is he?” Ezra asked and Austin pointed to a tent. “Bring him out,” Reid ordered. Austin went to the tent and brought out the rogue man. He looked small and scurry like he hasn't been eating. Guess he doesn't belong to any rogue pack. “Can you identify the hunter?” I asked.

He had a thick cloth that he used to clean his hands, but he looked disheveled. “No, but I want horses and I have money.” Phoenix said immediately. “Sorry, I don’t have any horses for sale. Please leave my stables.” The man said immediately. I was shocked at how quickly he dismissed us. But I gritted my teeth and made a very tight fist. I knew it was all my fault of course. Phoenix already told me how I had been screaming just a few moments ago. That was why people were avoiding us now. I never expected my wolf to actually be able to do anything. I thought I had her figured out and so I called her bluff.