5 Tails Novels & Stories

He didn’t care anymore. Math Problem (8 + 5 = ?): Kenta had written “8 + 5 = 135.” When Takuto asked him how he arrived at that conclusion, Kenta simply explained, "8 and 5 hugging each other turns into 135!" As logical as it was, Takuto felt a pang of disappointment. This was his younger brother’s interpretation of basic arithmetic.

Five years of marriage. Then I saw his post. “Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself. Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.

Each of us also has a different number of tails depending on which barangay we are going to. After we left, Yune went to Barangay Uno, Geoffrey to Barangay Dos, I to Barangay Tres, Iris to Barangay Kwatro, Lizar to Barangay Singko, Ate Willow to Barangay Sais, Ate Oriana to Barangay Syete, Axton in Barangay Otso and Ma'am Safira in Barangay Nuebe. I am the 3 tailed beast because of my three tails; my hair is brownish black like a porcupine animal, the second was the black blue peacock feathers on my back and a sharp and spiky fish tail.

I'm suddenly so fucking scared. Alice giggles. "You have four daughters, Nathan. Lily is the youngest, and then we have the triplets: Rachel, Julia, and Kaitlyn," she lovingly strokes her stomach. "And soon we will have five." I turn to stone. I have five daughters. Daughters. Five of them. Five. "Oh-my-fucking-god..." I run my fingers through my hair. Is this a dream? It must be. But what kind of fucking dream is this?! It all feels so realistic! I will need therapy after this! How can I even dream about something like this?

Light laughter left my lips. I sniffled and inhaled sharply before releasing a relieving sigh. "I love you too, Nick," I touch his cheek and smile. "For that extra tail, I can have more than one if I'm strong like my Dad. He has nine. The more tails you have, the wiser you are." "Well, the more you have," he leans forward as I see a coy smile on his face, which makes me fall back. Now I'm pinned on the ground, and Dominic is on top. "The more I can kiss them. They are soft."

I couldn't tell where my shaking stopped and theirs began. He landed, tucking his wings in tight to his body, his tail swinging around and settling in front of his forelegs. He had talons on his tail too. Three to be exact, three deadly spikes. His roar shook the ground, and we cringed. The pulsing waves of magic made it difficult to stand. I'd never felt magic, but something inborn, deep inside of me, knew it for what it was. I looked sideways at Chersa. Her head tipped downward, tears streaming from her eyes.

five blue, seven red, four yellow sitting on the cheap ass coffee table. That’s right, he thought. They were all there. Five blue. Seven red. Four yellow. He stretched and turned to the window. Kicked the sheet away from his legs. It was raining. And late. Fuck. Hated that job anyway. And FUCK his foot hurt. He sat up and turned his leg. What the fuck? A new tat. A snake. A small snake. A fuckin’ cartoon-ass fuckin’ garden snake or something. Some punk ass shit a prom queen flyin’ on Molly would get before getting fingered in the back of some quarterback’s Chevy.

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“Fine. I’ll add him too! He’s your boyfriend of five years. I’m giving you a chance to win him back. Do you want it or not?” I rejected that immediately. “No need. The gold is enough. I don’t want the guy.” Who ate something and spat it back out just to swallow it again? Disgusting. We started rolling again. This time, Taylor couldn’t get her usual numbers. She rolled a five, a six, a two, and three threes—only twenty-two points total. As for me, I had also slipped up. Two sixes, two ones, a five, and a three—also twenty-two.

She screams between her sobs as her back arches, straining her spine upwards, claws digging into the ground. It must have felt like hours to her because the pain was only a few minutes. Just as the bright halo fades, my mate has shifted into the most captivating, perfect wolf with shiny silver fur and purple forearms. She has retained her purple eyes, except they are larger and more transparent, like those of a deer. " Look, three tails!" Emily squeals. Everyone gasps in amazement. Indeed, she has three purple tails. A three-tailed wolf! Ziora__ my Ziora.