A Tale Of The Nine Tailed の小説・ストーリー

‘How is this possible Kiara, my parents were human? She asked and the Lioness shook her head, ‘Your Mother was a human Atalanta, your true Father was a Shifter, she met him by chance. She had gone out for a ride and her horse tripped and threw her and when she woke up your Father had found her and rescued her. The attraction was instant, as you have seen, all Shifters are incredibly good-looking. Your Father was no different, a tall, muscled golden male, he had been alone for many years. It was a one-off experience, they spent the night together and then he led her back to her home and disappeared, she never saw him again. Nine months later you arrived and everyone said you were a little mir

The shadows of the beasts twisted and flickered under the glow, giving the space an unsettling tension. "Look at that." Landon stopped and pointed to a carving on the left wall. Aria looked over and saw a beast that resembled a fox, but with nine tails. Each tail was marked with colorful patterns. A single horn rose from its forehead, and its eyes were gentle yet alert. Landon remarked, "It's similar to a nine-tailed fox, but different." Aria nodded. "Nine-tailed foxes have pure, unmarked tails and no horns. This one looks strange."

Then, I saw Vivian being sent out on a stretcher, struggling to breathe. Horace dragged me to her, and that's when I saw the rashes on her body, red splotches painting her skin. "I didn't…" I tried to defend myself, but Horace threw me onto the ground. "I shouldn't have brought a venomous witch like you home in the first place!" And so, I was left there on the cold marble floor, no one caring about the blood seeping from the back of my head. As the ambulance sped away, its siren blaring, the house fell into dead silence once more.

It turned into something else. Resolve. She swallowed, lifting her chin. “This time,” she whispered, her voice trembling but real, “I’m not leaving without fighting.” The Nine-Tailed Fox smiled, all fangs and moonlight. “Then bleed for me, chosen one.” The forest exhaled, the ground cracked open beneath her feet, and the Trial truly began.

I stood in the centre of my room, my chest heaving. Then I began shape-shifting again; My bones cracked, my fur retracting. My skin stretched and smoothened. I exhaled sharply as the beast gave way to the man—tall, broad, bare-chested, with scars tracing the story of every battle I’d ever fought. I stepped toward the window, my golden eyes now dulled to their human hue. Who was that girl? And why is her scent lingering in my mind??

I eyed my mate, she always has to argue with me, what if for once just for once she agrees to me, nope, she won’t, I can see it. ‘That’s what I need it. A chaos to create in their higher chamber. They feared abilities of South Hills Pack back at that time and they would fear now as well, even more, a terror if I used to define it would be the best word.’ I groaned in pain seeing their confused faces.

I felt said brother stirring beside me and went back to reading the note before he snatched it from me. Dear Twins, If you haven’t figured it out, this book is a fairytale rewrite of Robin Hood and a mature reverse harem book. Reverse harem means one female and multiple males, and in the end, the female gets all of them instead of having to choose. Don’t come looking for me, or you will just ruin the story. Though you have to at least try a bit because it’s expected. I’ll be at the castle trying to steal the treasure while you take on the train. What is going to happen at the castle? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. If I just tell you the story, it will ruin all the surprises. I will tell

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

"No, you're Jenna. You've finally returned." Tears streamed down her face in thick rivulets. "I'm so sorry for letting you suffer for nine long years. But now, you have me, and all my love is yours. You don't need to be afraid anymore. That little wretch is gone. She got exactly what she deserved, just like that monster…" Fear coursed through Anna, making her body quake. She flailed in a desperate and weak frenzy, as if she might crumble into pieces. Mom rose, carrying a bowl of her ever-greasy stew. "Jenna, just drink a little…"

Lawrence knelt on the pillow, looking up at her with unwavering devotion. “You have journeyed far,” she began, her voice resonating in the candlelit silence. “You have surrendered your pride, your control, your public face. You have offered your body as a canvas for my will and your spirit as a vessel for my command. You have proven yourself not just submissive, but devoted.” She reached into a small box beside her and withdrew a new collar. This one was identical to the first in its simple black leather, but the O-ring was replaced by a small, locked silver plate engraved with a single word: OWNED.