A Tale Of The Nine Tailed Novels & Stories

They felt pity for Dakota since she will definitely be crashed. "Fight with my big one first, Dakota." Frederick patted the Cursed Gorilla. "Do well, Monstrus." The Cursed Gorilla nodded. He looked at Dakota and gave her bloodshot eyes. He was about to attack Dakota when a beam of light suddenly made them blind. When the light slowly disappeared, they were shocked to see a huge Nine-tailed Fox! That's a rare spirit beast. Although not big as the Cursed Gorilla, the crowd could feel that the Nine-tailed Fox is stronger than Frederick's spirit beast.

Several red chakras dropped out of my body and it melts the floor. Chris slowly leaned his elbows to the floor and started to crawl towards me while his other arm was holding the sword. He wrinkled his face as he moves because of his wounded feet. “I thought you were different from them. I was thinking the legendary story about the nine-tailed beast was true and strong, but unfortunately, you are weak.” He then raises the sword towards my head. I thought it was already the end of my life and I am willing to die right now so I closed my eyes. To live like this is not my plan. Being a werewolf is not my choice to live up my life.

"Why the hell are you all glaring at me? I can't afford another mad hound going feral in my territory." A short chuckle slips from Darren, and like dominoes, the tension cracks. The others laugh - lightly , nervously. Even Alessia smiles. But I don't. Not yet. It's obviously the first time Derek reacts visibly rattle. Alessia steps closer, her voice quieter. "What is a Kitsune? Really?" I turn to her slowly. My gaze drifts back to Raven, her breathing shallow, the book still on her chest. "The Nine-Tail Fox," I say.

Xyla said. She felt increasingly worried. Although Xyla and Stanley were seemingly all-powerful in the human world, they were nothing compared to the nine-tailed fox… They couldn’t even fight against the nine-tailed fox. The nine-tailed fox was the real expert… “Don’t worry… We’ll talk once I bring you to that place…” Stanley had a look that looked like he was strategizing in his eyes. Xyla sensed that Stanley must be planning something… Since Stanley didn’t want to tell her, she didn’t ask further. She nodded silently instead.

There were phantoms of three tails behind her. The Nine Tails was an ancient race of mythical creatures. Of course, not every Nine Tails possessed nine tails, but only the Nine Tails with the highest cultivation level would have nine tails. According to the current cultivation level, Frostine’s Nine Tails bloodline was still far from possessing the nine tails, but it was incredible to have the three tails’ phantoms. Regardless of all costs, she was about to rush over.

he asked. Ooh…kay. Of all the things that he had to ask, why that? Suspish… suspish indeed. “None. Where did you even get that?” I replied whilst maintaining eye contact with him. My grandmother once said that if I do such while answering a question, it would be of a higher chance that the person I am talking to would believe my words. I just hoped it would work with Lansford. “It’s what they show on movies about nine-tailed foxes. They show that such creatures have super strength that comes from a bead.” He leaned closer in my direction with eyes full of curiosity. “Since you have nine tails, does it mean that you have nine lives?”

He is unstoppable acquiring the precious stone of the world. Dahlia Ofemia’s is a simple woman with dreams to be a famous writer, influenced to write by his Grandpa who adopt her and the owner of a humble Milktea Shop. Her Grandpa loves to tell the story about the lonely dragon prince, and Dahlia decides to give a shot to write after her grandpa’s fictional idea. One night the moon is full while walking in the rush hours street, an accident is about to happened, if the dragon prince unwillingly to save her. After a thousand years, it is the first time the lips of the dragon prince touched human lips.

"Jealousy is a really bad thing and being jealous of your friend is the worst thing that one can do." Looking at the stranger who had started talking to her out of nowhere, she frowned. "Excuse me?" "Yes?" "I am sorry but did you say something?" Taking the two beer bottles from the bartender's hand, he replied, "If you were the one who is jealous of her friend then yes—" Offering her a bottle, he added, "I think I was talking to you." "I already ordered mine.” Raising her brows at him, she charged him. “What makes you feel that I am jealous of my best friend? How can you say that without even knowing who I am?”

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

"Madame Dalia, I assure you, Nine is pregnant. Maybe it is someone you don't know if but these tests do not lie. Nine is pregnant," Nine sat there quietly, staring at the floor, and, to her, it seemed like the world broke in two.