Novel & Cerita 10 Tailed Fox

However, Felix grabbed Bellona's arm to stop her from approaching the terrifying creature's figure. Felix shook his head, "No, Bell!" Bellona slowly let go of Felix's hand from his arm, then turned to approach Nevan who was still unclear if he was possessed or indeed the form of the Nine-Tailed Fox itself. Nevan looked at Bellona's tense eyes which seemed to be approaching her. Nevan wanted to straighten his eyes to penetrate the forgetfulness. However, he couldn't do it. "Why isn't this working?" he muttered to himself.

The paper is made out of ancient scabs of leaves…or something. “Once every few generations, the spirit of the nine-tailed fox reincarnates into someone.” “A nine-tailed fox… what's that?” Troy asks, looking from one portrait to another. “It’s an ancient spirit. He doesn't die. Ever. Only the man.” Troy keeps silent. It's his story to tell, so she lets him. He turns toward her. “That's me.” He walks closer and comes to stand right behind her, his head lowering a little. And she can feel him smelling her again. Then he lifts his head again.

Alphas who grew a few features to signal their status. This was different. The man before her stood barefoot on cracked concrete. His bare chest was covered in glowing violet runes carved into his skin. His black hair fell wildly around his face. Two sharp fox ears rose from his head, twitching at the sound of the door opening. And behind him… Nine enormous silver-white tails whipped through the air. Each one powerful enough to crack the concrete walls. Lyra’s breath stopped. A Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox. The ancient bloodline of the Imperial Thorne family.

She pouted. "What happened?" I asked her. "Where's Talaa?" "I'm not really sure about the reason, my dear. I was at the corner reading a book when they suddenly went wild," she explained with a terrified look on her face. "Especially that nine-tailed fox who keeps on whipping her tails on my poor little body." "That's my foxy," Cordelia lively uttered. She went near the white fox. "Come here, foxy." The fox was trying to escape from her arms, the moment its sharp claws scratched her face, her once lively face became very different.

I asked myself in my head, my mind racing. Turning the page, the book revealed more about fox spirits, their abilities, similar to werewolves but they were far stronger, depending on the number of their tails. They could generate fire or lightning from their mouth or tails, shapeshift, possess a person’s body and create illusions to manipulate and outsmart their opponents.