fox shifter academy

fox shifter academy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Nov 29, 2022
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Paranormal
Fox shifter academy is an academy for shifters, big and small but it's called fox shifter academy because the most rare shift is a fox. The maker of the school was a fox shifter and was the only fox shifter at the school since it's been around. Emilia, the only red head in her family, the only two colored eyed bueaty in her school (blue and amber). Emilia was adopted when she was just an infant, on her 16th birthday at her party she shifted into a magnificent fox. The only people at her party where her parents and her best friend jasmine just so happens to be a werewolf. Her family was planning on sending her to fox shifter academy. When jasmine and emilia's family told them what was happening they agreed to send emilia with jasmine. Isaac is the prince of his kind, the shadow wolves are a powerful pack of hafe wolve hafe demon creator. Isaac is being sent to fox shifter academy so he can harness his true demon and wolf powers and possibly find his mate. What if emilia is his mate and the only one of her kind, does she have more powers then her ancestors or is she a weak fox with nothing to give.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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