Novels by Lil White Fox

"Anberine...?""Are you in there?" Skye called out as his left hand gripping the doorknob tightly, bafflement filled his face as he heard nothing. Still hearing silence his mouth pursed tightly before opening the door."Hey Anberine, why aren't you-?" Skye froze as was he was left stunned to the spot from what he was seeing. His stomach plummeted in horror before his feet finally found the means of moving, only instead of breaking into slow movements he made a mad dash towards Anberine's fallen form.Her haggard hair was covering her shoulders and laid lazily around her pale form, her right hand was laying above her head. Meanwhile, her left hand remained what should have been near her face which had been covered in her black locks.Her white dress looked a little too large for her now lanky form, causing one of her shoulders to be revealed. Her feet remained without shoes causing the chill to

Taking his sword out from its sheath Skye attacked an invader startling them enough to back away in fright, however what made it worse was the sound of a horn greeting their ears.It was then the fighting had slowly stopped leaving the invaders shaken enough to search for the source of the noise, now recognizing it as the Horn of Camelot's royal knights.Skye as he noticed the leader immediately got off his horse and approached the leader who wore only torn but bloody plain clothes. His black eyes shot at the usurper who went towards him in restrained anger."May I ask why you are attacking a Druid Village which has been approved by the kingdom?" Skye asked in a silky tone that left the taller man sneering. Spitting by Skye's left boot the man shook his head."And what do we have here?" the leader said as everyone watched silently, not a single sword was heard except the crackling of some flames whic

"I'll go see what's going on. In the meantime, I should send them some Dyra stones just in case they run out of supplies or are in danger" Skye replied before getting up, his fringe moved slightly from the sudden movement meanwhile his eyes showed that he wasn't going to be swayed."With luck, there should be enough stones even after my visit. If not, we do have some more so I'll pack them for the road" Skye assured himself as he eyed a navy blue stone now being held in his right hand. His eyes softened from how it was created and how the idea came about.Truthfully, he was happy that they could give her some means allowing her to think of anything but her ongoing pain. Otherwise, he dreaded what would happen if she had lost her means of coping.Noth that he would tell anyone of how they were made, however, that didn't mean he couldn't spin a tiny white lie in order to avoid any grief. The last thing

Darkness filled the sky like a shroud, Clouds uncovered a blood-red moon that soon turned the world below it into a barren, lifeless land. Trees were seen dead and bare of all vitality, the lands were even filled with grey grass that would break from the slightest touch.Meanwhile the waters reflected the waxing blood-red moon, painting a foreboding yet bone-chilling atmosphere.Staring up, a woman wearing a long white dress contained a stern but determined look. Her blond hair fluttered around her as she stared at the sky, by her sides her hands clenched tightly before movement caught her line of sight.Looking to her left, her blue eyes narrowed now on guard for what would be taking place, the wind immediately howled creating a strong gust to circulate around her and the ones approaching her.A swish noise could be heard near her right hand before the woman bent

"Don't get me wrong, I don't miss the voice. I just..." Skye pursed his lips as he looked at the scrolls once more with mixed emotions. Ever since that day he awoke to his powers, the voice had been completely silent.Almost as if it had vanished altogether without warning.As a result, it left Skye with a strange sense of emptiness. Like he had lost a part of himself yet knew it was with him but was not able to see or access the voice.Why had the voice even appeared back then only to vanish?Why had he heard Nimue's voice back at the lake?Why had she haunted him with her words?It left him with so many unanswered questions during the six years, things that even with hints would be deemed nonsense.At times Skye would be plagued with dreams that kept him up at various times during the night, dreams that left him paranoid- guessin

At first, they assumed Skye was upset over Anberine's disappearance given how low his mood had become. Then came the workload, leaving them to wonder if this had distracted him from doing other things.Except Skye to their relief had managed the stressful job, even though it was a challenge for one person to handle. Something they didn't envy for one moment.Which was why Marcus and Merlia volunteered to help out whenever possible, hoping to allow some burdens to be removed from Skye's shoulders.Sadly, nothing had changed even with the extra help. Skye even now appeared to be a former shadow of himself. Something that angered and irritated Marcus deeply whenever he came across Skye."It hasn't been that long" Skye waved Marcus' words away, not looking the Light Dweller in the face in order to avoid showing any of his true emotions. He already had a lot to deal with, both on a personal level and from

Chloe remained in her room with a brooding look as she laid against the wall of her bedroom, she sat cross legged on her own bed while thinking about her attitude towards her mother.She knew that her mother meant well but there were things that you just couldn’t talk about. To make it worse the voices had come back, leaving her at a state of unease just like before making her more on edge.Completely scaring the teen on what would happen next and who would suffer because of her.After all bad things had happened to Harry because she was close to him, so then who’s to say that it won’t affect her parents as well?And the last thing she wanted was to lose them because they got too close.Biting her lip she looked out the window and cringed when she saw her reflection on the glass.Why was she now scared of looking at anything that contained her reflection?

“Beats me” Chloe replied blandly causing her mother to give her a disapproving look in order to show Chloe that she was not happy with her response.“Chloe…” her mother said in a near scolding tone causing Chloe to groan loudly and put her head in her arms as they rested on the table.“Mum I couldn’t care less” Chloe muttered with disdain in her voice.“No doubt it’ll be the same all over again- hate, rumors or he runs away because of what the people say about me” Chloe said weakly, sadly this left her mother giving her a sad look.“I know darling, but may this time it’ll be different, he might-”“Mum I doubt that it ever will! Besides I have no time for romance nor do I want any friends, especially guys after what happened last time” Chloe stressed as she peeked her head up slightly so her mother could see her pained eyes.The older woman winced from the memory.“C

All three mothers at that moment could see that Chloe was on the verge of falling apart thanks to the pressure and it was getting to the point that it was hard to watch her break down in such a manner.Grateful that someone was willing to lend her an ear and ask her how she was.Even though she dared not hope that she would ever have someone to speak to.Just hearing that question had completely shocked Chloe to the point of tears, making both couples feel their hearts go out to her and her predicament. So instead of asking more questions for they could see that she was anything but alright had all came to an agreement to help the troubled family out.Even if other people who worked with them were not so keen to work with the parents of a suspect.Sure things had been tough during those years bu

At the same time the injured girl continued to bite her lip so she didn’t let them know that she was hurt.Instead she lifted her hand containing the notebook gingerly and placed it on her desk, ignoring their jabs against her.“Look at her! She’s so pathetic, how is she still here is beyond me” The first female said darkly.“I know right Jenny? How they even allowed her to study here even though no one wants her here is shocking” said the second female as she sat beside Jenny.“And she killed someone as well let’s not forget Agatha, if we’re not careful we’ll be next” the third one hissed coldly causing them to glare at Chloe who was still trying to keep to herself.Eventually the classroom started to fill up with students until it was time for everyone to begin their lesson.However to the students’ surprise their teacher who was a young brown haired male with cheerful blue eyes e

In truth she hated it but there was nothing she could do and even her parents were starting to resent her for all this trouble that was being made over that one night.Not that she could argue her case for they wouldn’t believe her nor would they care anymore as it got to them.After all she allowed her friend to enter their house- a teenage boy of all things and now he was dead.Maybe it was because of everyone’s words that had got to her parents and it was what encouraged them to slowly stop believing in her."Why you had to bring that boy here Chloe is beyond me! Now look his dead and you’re being branded as a murderer!" Her mother screamed at her the day the media started to spew rumours and comments about what happened that night causing her parent’s friends to stop talking and began distancing themselves from them.This in turn made it very clear to them that even their frien

Chloe placed a pair of large headphones to her ears after she zipped up her jacket and slid her arms through the bag straps, securing the bag as she stood at her desk while making sure that she had everything she needed for college.It had been two years since her friend’s death and it had never once left her mind.Not that she could ever escape it thanks to the long hours at the police station only to be released due to the lack of evidence, the media on the other hand always hounded at either her home, school or anywhere that she would decide to go.Demanding answers to what happened that dreaded night, trying to find ways in order to sniff out the version of the story in order to satisfy them and their readers.Not caring at how much this would affect her one bit.For it resulted in people calling her names, making speculations and spreading ideas on what could have happened.For

“Beats me” Chloe replied blandly causing her mother to give her a look of disapproval in order to show Chloe that she was not happy with her response.“Chloe…” her mother said softly while speaking in a near scolding tone, this caused Chloe to groan loudly and put her head in her arms as they rested on the table.“Mum I couldn’t care less” Chloe muttered with disdain in her voice, wanting nothing more than for her mother to drop the conversation.“No doubt it’ll be the same all over again- hate, rumours or he runs away because of what the people say about me” Chloe said weakly, sadly this left her mother giving her a sad look.“I know darling, but may this time it’ll be different, he might-” Chloe's mother tried to assure her daughter as best she could, only Chloe remained stubborn thanks to her experiences.“Mum I doubt that it ever will! Besides I have no time for romance nor do I want any friends

Wearing his brownish suit as usual which appeared unwrinkled leaving everyone to wonder how he had managed to keep it in one piece.Smiling the teacher tilted the frame of his blue glasses as he tried to see who was in and who was not.“Good morning class, I hope you’ve all done your homework during the weekends” he said with a chipper voice causing the students minus Chloe to whine and grumble from his words, why he had to bring THAT up was beyond them.The teacher however seemed unfazed by their responses as he continued to smile at them.“I am happy to report that we have a new student today and he’s come all the way from America” the teacher said with a smile causing the class to either murmur while some were silent from the sudden announcement.Chloe however wasn’t bothered nor did she care since the results would be the same- hatred, isolation and gossip.Each thought was more

Chloe turned to look at her simple oval mirror that rested on the other side of the room.This allowed the black-haired brown eyed girl to see an image of a blank faced pale girl looking back at her, distain filled her from seeing a ghostly like girl standing before her.The mirror image reflected her wearing a black jacket over her waist length faded grey shirt, black trousers that were a little messed up and frayed around the ends thanks constantly tripping and running.It had been because she had tried to escape the media and occasional overzealous people who wanted to hurt her.Even now Chloe didn’t truly recognize who the girl was looking back at her in the mirror anymore, to think that two years could truly change someone who use to be happy.At times Chloe wanted nothing more than to cover her mirror or put it somewhere she couldn’t see it, only she didn’t have the heart to do so.

After all, she allowed her friend to enter their house- a teenage boy of all things and now he was dead.Maybe it was because of everyone’s words that had finally got to her parents and it was what encouraged them to slowly stop believing in her."Why you had to bring that boy here Chloe is beyond me! Now look his dead and you’re being branded as a murderer!" Her mother screamed at her.The same day that the media started to spew new theories and comments about what happened that night causing her parent’s friends to stop talking, eventually distancing themselves from them.This in turn made it very clear to them that even their friends wanted nothing to do with a suspected killer or her family."Rumours Chloe! They’re spreading rumours about us as well, saying we were in on it and it’s all your fault!” Chloe’s mother screamed at her angrily in the kitchen.

It had been two years since her friend’s death, the dreaded memories had never once left her mind.With every dream she would see blood, see his disturbing face as it screamed in agony.Just looking at where the scene had took place sent shivers down her spine, bile occasionally rose to her throat.Threatening to make her throw up from the traumatising scene she witnessed.At times she wanted to push those images, the sounds she heard from her mind.To claw at the memories in hopes of scraping them out of her mind, but alas Chloe knew it would never go and no amounts of washing would ever help her feel clean ever again.His blood would always remain on her no matter what.Not that she could ever escape the scenes either, mostly thanks to the long hours at the police station only to be released due to the lack of evidence.The media on the other hand

Blood stained her stunned form, her face was filled with pure horror from what she had seen, leaving her feeling sick and deprived of air.Just forcing herself to breathe hurt her lungs as they pressed against her chest, she remained frozen from seeing the form of her best friend lay on the remains of her parent’s glass table.She never knew how it happened or why, all she could understand was that it did.She trusted him and yet maybe it was the beer he brought talking, but he had come on to her.They had known each other since secondary school and now they finally graduated to achieve what they truly wanted, finally able to enter college in order to achieve their own dreams.Dreams not many people knew of nor cared to ask, but now.Now it had to be