A Tale Of The Nine Tailed の小説・ストーリー

To which Pawn Clara shook her head in the negative. "Kitsune are the Nine-tailed foxes," Bishop Eloise explained. "The nine tails signify nine points of power. One tail is a person's spiritual energy whereas the other tail is their physical strength. When the tenth tail is added, they become a spirit fox. Then it's called Spirit Fox." "Spirit Fox! That's awesome!" Pawn Clara exclaimed. Bishop Eloise told her to take him to the other side of the castle where he could smell Rook Theia. It was easy to spot a vampire among so many foxes.

To which Pawn Clara shook her head in the negative. "Kitsune are the Nine-tailed foxes," Bishop Eloise explained. "The nine tails signify nine points of power. One tail is a person's spiritual energy whereas the other tail is their physical strength. When the tenth tail is added, they become a spirit fox. Then it's called Spirit Fox." "Spirit Fox! That's awesome!" Pawn Clara exclaimed. Bishop Eloise told her to take him to the other side of the castle where he could smell Rook Theia. It was easy to spot a vampire among so many foxes.

She stiffened, freezing in her spot as they all started sniffing at her, some even licking her face and neck. “Y–your Highness! Huh!" She gasped when a small brown-furred ball rolled at her feet. She would've been scared if not for its adorable face. It looked like a squirrel but had the size of an adult cat. It stared at her and she held out her hand but stopped midway. “Don't be taken up by its look. He's not as pretty as he seems.” "He?" The prince gestured for her to move away from it. He snapped his fingers and the animal's fur turned to spikes, and the plants around it started to wilt. It looked menacing and vicious in its new form.

“You what?” he asked still confused, “This henna is from Cassiopeia, a character from my story, the one I’m currently writing.” He grabbed my wrist and examined it closely. “Are you sure you didn’t draw this?” I glared at him, “I’m a writer not an artist, you know I can’t draw even if my life depends on it.”

" The semen that is sucked up came further Fran's mouth all at once. She made a face that seems to be in pain. Still, she didn't spat out my semen, and sounds of gulping resounded in her throat. "Gokuh...gokuun, ghokugokuh...!" "Y-you don't have to drink it you know?" "N-nay... I have been told by my mother. If I want to swear my allegiance, I have to drink thirsemen" ...What kind of mother did she have? Were they living so harsh to have taught her this things? "Nku, gokun, gokugoku...! Haahaa...haaahhaaa... I have finished, drinking it all"

Dragons are large, strong and have big claws and teeth, not to mention fire breathing ability and I only had my dungeon remodelled three years ago. 'He will have to wait till the new full moon, keep him tethered and cared for until then. He'll need to be taken to the moon pool on the south side of the lake and fully submerged at the apex. That should be fun. Ask Daniel to look for some sort of incantation in the library to unstick the transformation. I'm sure he'll be overjoyed at seeing you again.'

he obeyed. “Now you can open them.” “Really?” “Yes.” He opened his eyes and nearly fell. Wh… What was he seeing? 9 tails! “Lavana, you…” “Yes. I possess 9 tails.’ “Wow! You broke the record,” he exclaimed in stupefaction. “Yup.” she nodded. “You can use your tails as weapons too,” he stated. “Yeah. They can defend and attack." “Lavana, you are so amazing. No wonder you added more meat after the trial. Your wolf form is this big. I feel so tiny.”

Mother could not understand. No matter how excellent a human woman was, she could only be considered average in serving men. Some strange races truly understood men. For example, the Nine-Tailed Foxes in the depths of the universe. Mother’s master once spent a lot of effort to obtain a woman from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.

Nine is tied up inside a tent. She is weak and the ropes tying her are laced with liquid mercury which is the weakness of her kind. Her hands are slightly burning and she cannot use her magic in this state. She can see a shadow approaching and the familiar, sweet scent hits her nostrils. Damien barges into the tent, looking visibly angry. “Why are they going to Ghi’or?” He snarls at her, his eyes flared up. He tries to look intimidating and dominating to her, hoping to scare the woman but Nine only scoffs.

All the new mages were gathered together in a very large room and they had all taken their seats behind a table with a magic herb and a cauldron on it. There were 90 of them in total and their instructor was a mage that she hadn’t seen before. He said to them, only for those who hadn’t already done so, to start by taking the level 1 mind opening magic herb that was on their table and he told them that they just had to eat the little white flower that was in the center of it.