Black Tailed Fox Novels & Stories

I asked myself in my head, my mind racing. Turning the page, the book revealed more about fox spirits, their abilities, similar to werewolves but they were far stronger, depending on the number of their tails. They could generate fire or lightning from their mouth or tails, shapeshift, possess a person’s body and create illusions to manipulate and outsmart their opponents.

His yelp of surprise was muffled by her hand. “She’ll hear,” the girl whispered. There was steel in her voice. Her words were enough to keep him silent. Hadn’t he just learned to believe in monsters? Every movement of the woods became a threat. The howl of wind through branches. The snap of twigs as creatures skittered. A rustle to his right. A flash of pale movement. “Was that—?” The girl shushed him and held up a thin arm, pointing to their left. A lithe shape lurked among the trees, almost invisible. Its graceful movements made no sound, like the mist of fog sifting through the forest. It had a sharp snout and pointed ears, thick red fur, and bright eyes. And behind the fox wove nine tail

I said firmly, shifting my focus back on the original subject. “Your wolf is called Maddox and his tail has a thick, black line running right in the middle of it, making it stand out from his grey, silver fur color” she said confidently. Maddox was beyond thrilled that she knew his name in addition to that distinct mark while I internally rolled my eyes at his exaggerated excitement. I tilted my head “Anyone who’s ever met me could have told you that info. It’s no proof you’ve personally met me or my wolf before”

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

"Do you think they can save Great-uncle?" "No way! Great-uncle isn't some spirit medium," Ronan replied. "Then why is Third Grandpa Fox lying next to Great-uncle?" Sadie asked. "How would I know?" Inside the bedroom, the large black fox woke up, looking at Chad with a bewildered expression. Chad glanced at it and said, "Sorry, but you might be disappointed. He probably won't die." The black fox shook its head and grinned in a human-like manner, speaking in a human voice, "You're from the Python family. Who's your shaman?"

He wanted to destroy her the way she had destroyed him. After all these years of pain and torture that his life, he wanted revenge from her, in the purest rawest form. He had found that his mate was the root of his suffering. He didn't understand why until he saw her true nature. A white nine-tailed fox. The last one is alive. Her clan was the one supposed to mate with us the black-white werewolves. Ajax's clan almost got extinguished back then because of those foxes. Back then, it was him leading his pack and killing every last one of them.