Books About Kitsune Novels & Stories

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

At least that is what I thought. As soon as I think of these creatures a kitsune appears before us. A few of us growl at the intruder. I’ve never seen one before and I stare at it’s beauty. The kitsune is all white besides the markings on it. It’s feet have socks that are a reddish brown color and the tips of it’s nine tails are the same color. In the center of it’s forehead is a a crescent shape and it’s eyes glow yellow. One of the bears goes to attack as the kitsune walks towards me completely unafraid. “Don’t attack it,” I order.

“Rei, how could you do this to me? I’m done with this bullshit. I’m going to that Ball and demanding what the hell was wrong with him. Going over the words she would say to Rei suddenly swirled in her mind and before she could sit, she was flat on her back on the floor. “Briar, foolish girl. Rei and the others haven’t given up on you. A is a twisted soul. I wish I could will you to emerge, but you are weeks away from that happening. Who knows what A will do to you in that time to twist your human soul and corrupt my Wolf spirit.” Kitsune said. Grabbing a piece of paper from the table she wrote a note for when Briar woke up. Briar,

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”

"Not unless the hell's grew tired of fire and bred their own chaos into something more... cunning." Alessia is the first to respond. "You said Kitsune. You think she's one of them?" "No," I say, gaze locked on the book, I feel drawn to it in an unusual. "I know she's a Kitsune." Derek steps between me and the table. "The Kitsune are extinct species. The last one was seen over a hundred years ago." I hold his stare. "That's what was said. The Kitsune are a very cunning creature. It's lies dormant if needs be. It adapt. It evolves."

And for those who don't know what a werefox and kitsune look like, you can look it up but here is a short note about all you need to know about a kitsune aka Sebastian Whitlock…. So basically kitsune are foxes that possess paranormal abilities that increase as they get older and wiser. According to folklore, the kitsune-foxes (or perhaps the "fox spirits") can bewitch people. They have the ability to shapeshift into human or other forms, and to trick or fool human beings. While some folktales speak of kitsune employing this ability to trick others—as foxes in folklore often do—other stories portray them as faithful guardians, friends, and lovers. <\> source: Wikipedia They usually have nine

She had been living in constant pain, her body slowly collapsing under the weight of it. I felt my chest tighten painfully. I leaned back and covered my face with my hand. Even after I lost control and ordered my men to slaughter those bastards, I still had Caprian collect whatever evidence was left. Their scent, their emblems, everything pointed to one place, Blue Moon pack. Brian's pack. But why? Did Brian really want to kill Majori? What kind of horrifying thing happened that drove him to hunt her down like that? Those men hadn't come to capture her, they came to kill her. Tear her apart. No one sends an army like that after a single woman unless she carries something worth dying or killi

Hah, I’m fairly sure that most Witches are capable of murder. “Not on me no. But it would be a long list. The list of Witches I trust NOT to be secretly killers would be shorter. Those coven Witches are no joke.” I shudder, thinking of some of the more disturbing spells I read about in the family grimoire. I’m a strong believer that it’s not the spell that’s evil but how it’s used. But there are some spells that it’s hard to find any real justification for.

And I know of a way to produce the necessary amount of magical energy: the Blood Ritual. It is a banned ritual, highly taboo. I would have never even known about it, if it weren’t for all the books Ann used to smuggle from the Forbidden Section of the library. The ritual needs blood of two magical beings. It also needs to be performed when both the Altairain moons are full. I will of course be offering my blood. And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood.

Maybe why yours seem a bit complicated, is because you are to be with three different women, with different views about life, different lifestyle, different belief and all, but just like you have said, I believe there is a reason for everything, for the moon goddess is never wrong. I am even lucky, that I am mated to a man, there are wolves, who are not lucky enough to have anyone. Those ones are seen as cursed wolves. They used them as sacrifice to the cold hands of death, when there is need for any form of sacrifice to be offered, which is why, many of them end up being prostitutes, or meeting with other supernaturals, like vampires, witches, demons you name it.