Cosmo Tails Novels & Stories

"You have to exercise caution wherever you go. Wanda, this is the reason Cosmo and you need to collaborate because, if it is just you two, I fear nothing will get done, and I know you two are a great team. All you need is a little bit more practice. She continued to talk to me while petting my tail. I was so happy to feel another touch on my burned tail at this point. Cosmo laughed and asked, "Hungry for a hot dog there, Wanda?" over our open link, as if I could bear a little embarrassment. Though I wanted to snarl at him, I refrained. My mother was grooming my tail. However, he continued, which only made me glare at him more. "It tastes just like chicken sticks—so nice and crispy." He laugh

The time could be used for more information stuff like to admire my kidnapper. Little Miss Doomsdale was a perfect soldier. Her green hair sparkled with the shiny objects braided at the front. She would be an angel if a smile graced her pale lips. Her green and yellow tail moved in tranquilizing small strokes. It then picked up speed which gave off a blend of colors. At the same time, it was illuminated with light.

He understands that Minos is most likely autistic. Minos joyfully swims around, engaged in a game of tag with Electra, Meli, Petros, and another little merling girl. He wears a small blue wrap around the upper part of his tail, adding a touch of color to his ensemble. Minos' tail is a mesmerizing forest green with blue stripes and yellow fin tips. His forest green hair also has subtle blue layers, perfectly complementing his unique appearance.

Celeste Valentina Morau and Remy Tsatoke waited in the corridor—dressed for the dance. Celeste wore a floor-length black gown with crimson velvet accents—silver fang embroidery along the neckline, twin platinum tails high and playful, Lakeside Rams hoodie swapped for elegance. She looked sixteen but radiated Daywalker power—sunlight and lightning in human form. Remy stood beside her—black suit with crimson tie, silver beads in his braided hair, fang wristband matching the group’s. Coyote grin lazy, eyes gold-ringed storm-gray. Celeste smiled—small, knowing.

All that I see is my five-year-old self, just with different hair color and… and… Ears and tail. When I look at the mirror like this, all I can see is my mystical ears and tail. I look like a cosplayer, but believe it or not, this is actually real. My ears looked like that of a fox, and my tail too. My hair turned gray, matching the color of my eyes. Even the ears and tail that I’ve grown was of the same color. I don’t know if I’m dreaming or not, but several days had already passed.

He had guessed to take things slow for now so as not to freak the woman out. “What was this place called again?”, she asked her gaze back at the view. He turned his head towards the wonderful sight. “Kósmima.” The silver-haired woman turned her head towards him, meeting his red eyes glowing from the sun. “Kósmima? What does that mean?”