Books About Kitsune Novels & Stories

He followed my gaze to the woman lying unconscious in the room, his face unreadable. “She’s not your regular wolf. She’s a Kitsune.” The word landed like a blade. I stared at him, stunned. Kitsune? It was the first time I’d ever heard such a name in all my years of leading and fighting. What in the goddess’ name was a Kitsune— and why would one be helping me? “Kitsune…” I repeated under my breath, the sound foreign, strange on my tongue. “You need rest for now, Alpha,” the doctor said quietly. “We can discuss this in the morning.”

he pet me with reassuring words. The door flung open almost immediately, revealing Xander, and the Kitsune girl. I've read about Kitsune werewolves in story books. Their breeds are different, so I heard. And they help in seeking out the truth even though they are wolves, but they are different. Immediately Valerie's eyes landed on mine whose head was on his chest, she gave me a bad look. "Alpha Lark, you sent for me," she crossed her hand on her chest, waiting for a reply.

Snow folded her arms and crossed her legs, "You're familiar with the Otous oat right? Yeah. I did that." "What's an Otous oat?" "It's an oat where you invite a lover's spirit in. You and your lover take an oat, drink blood basically, while standing in a sacred place. The priest or priestess seals you guys forever. They say it's effective and that was what Romeo and Juliet did. I guess that's why they died together" Rafe didn't seem convinced." You're lying. There is no such thing. How can you invite my spirit in when I don't know you or I don't like you?"

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

"It could be stress. A lingering fear." "Or it could be a warning," countered Lira, her eyes sharp. "We’ve had too many omens lately to ignore this. We must prepare." And so they did. Scouts were sent beyond their normal borders. Messengers flew to neighboring packs. Ritual protections were renewed along the perimeter. Kate even visited the Seer in the far glade — a reclusive wolf-witch who dealt in truth and visions. The Seer greeted her with a cryptic smile. "Ah, the moon’s chosen walks in shadow once more. You carry the scent of fate."

I knew that Asher said that we shouldn’t make eye contact, but this was the first time I had seen tengus and kitsunes, and my curiosity was getting the better of me. "Ma am." A kitsune with large white ears and six tails called out, catching my eye. "Come look at what I have here." "Don’t," Asher warned as Ashton eyed the kitsune. "They’re either organ traders or dark arts dealers." Opening my mouth, I prepared to deny the kitsune's request, but he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me towards him. "Oh, come on now, beautiful." He purred, flashing me his sharp canines. "I only want to show you something."

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

"You also know about werewolves and witches?" She cleared her throat and leaned back on the sofa, composed. "I never encountered one but I knew things about them because as you guessed it right, I have taken a liking in supernatural stuff. Since you are a vampire, have encountered any of them? What do the witches look like? Is it true they are ugly?" Now that she finally encountered a non-human being whom she could talk to, she couldn't put her mind at rest. There were so much she wanted to know. "Didn't you read a lot of fairy tales in your childhood? Witches are portrayed to be ugly and evil beings so why don't you just believe that?"

“Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.” “Well, before we taken to Selene’s realm we had a vision, I guess. Here let me show you the newest one.” I opened my pad to the latest picture I drew and handed to the Alpha. He looked at it. Shock written all over his face. “This is here. On this land. Just beyond these tree lines here about half mile down is the pack house.” He said pointing the trees he was talking about. “Who are these gentleman here?”

They may not help with my hair, but they might help with this. After a half hour of messing with the lock however, I gave up in disgust, cursing my luck to another mystery about this old house I may never solve. I sat down on top of the locker and my hand rested on the top, where suddenly, swirls of light blossomed out. A trinity knot formed under my palm and knot work encased the edge of the lid. Within the knotwork, letters began to flow in old script. “When she, born of the moonless night, be bound by powers three; four blood moons endure. Part wolf, part witch, the huntress she shall be. When Mo Anam Cara is bound, remember our roots and speak truth and love.”