Bite Of The Fox Light Gg の小説・ストーリー

It was the embodiment of a predator and it was assigned to kill me. The thing reeled back its head after in a great roar as if to bellowed out fire on me, the tiny figure standing in front of it. I instinctively rose the Aurora sword in front of me. Instead of normal flame, it blew out a steady stream of black and purple fire. The sword sliced it in half, protecting me. After the breath, it turned its head and gazed at me with one bright golden hazel eye. The fearsome intelligence I saw in it scared me even more. I was going to have to defeat this thing, and it might possibly be smarter than me. It was most definitely stronger.

I was planning on just taking his heart since he tried to play with mine but I decided that I wanted him to suffer. So I prayed to the moon goddess to reveal to me how to make a fox a wolf. She told me that a very powerful Alpha like my parents have the power to make new werewolves with their bite. She also said it was dangerous, those who get the gift of the bite may either turn or die. So I would get my mother to bite Theo before I rip his heart out.

Xyla Quest saw a white nine-tailed fox strolling near her family’s house. When a cold breeze blew against it, it slowly opened its mouth. It had extremely sharp fangs. The fangs looked completely different from those of ordinary foxes. It sent chills down Xyla’s spine. After the fox strolled around for a while, it turned into a golden ray of light. In the next second, it teleported into the Quest family’s garden. Right then, the maid who was previously injured walked over.

A cruel smile twisted Fen's lips, and with a guttural growl, he unleashed his ultimate attack, a concentrated beam of pure darkness that threatened to engulf both him and Alex in an eternal abyss. But Alex was prepared. With a surge of crystalline energy, she summoned the full might of The god of crystal, channelling the supreme god's power into a radiant orb of light. As the two forces collided, the battlefield erupted in a blinding flash, the very air around them crackling with raw power.

Sera sobbed, stumbling toward him, but the fox shifted its focus instantly, its gaze snapping back to her. All nine tails drew inward like serpents preparing to strike. Kade’s growl rolled through the air before the tails could descend. He staggered from the rubble, blood matting his fur, but his golden eyes burned hotter than ever. With a furious snarl, he leapt straight onto the fox’s back. His claws sank deep, raking down its spine. The fox screamed, twisting, thrashing, slamming itself into the ground to shake him off.

Damon shook his head as nothing was going right. "Ask someone to clean it." Yang nodded but frowned when he noticed something on the mug. "What is this?" He touched the green trail of liquid on the mug and sniffed it. "Fuck! What is this?" He scowled at it. Damon frowned and did the same. He scowled when he sniffed the strong odor. "It's poison!" He declared and everyone got alert. "What the hell is going on, man?..." Mikhail scowled. "Who the hell is he?... Don't have fucking guts to come in front and fight... Using these shitty ways.."

We both started laughing and I smiled. "Thank you" Tyee let out a breath. "I'm never taking you hunting again." We both started laughing again. Then we both heard a rustle in the grass towards the rabbit. Then low grunts. I got off Tyee and we both stood up to find the same fox that tried attacking us the day prior. He caught the rabbit and was standing over it watching us. I looked at Tyee and his eyes had turned gold again. I looked back at the fox and it quickly went for the rabbits neck quickly killing it. I let out a gasp. This is so odd. The fox picked the rabbit up in its mouth and looked at me and I swore it smiled before trotting away. Tyee kept watching the fox until it disappeared

Eyes glowing a bruised gold. Claws scrape sparks from the bitumen as it screams in two voices—one shrill, one buried in gravel. “Faith, get to the car!” Scott barks. Faith sprints for the 1980’s back to the Future tribute Hilux. The creature pivots midair, tracking motion with the simple intelligence of a hunting thing—smart enough to pick a target, dumb enough to do it in front of him. “Ah!” it hissed. Scott’s boots slide on the wet road as he hauls open the tray and closes his hand around the old aluminium bat. No tricks. No symbols. Just leverage and timing.