Demonic Fox Novels & Stories

But, how to remain silent, because Maroon is really dangerous? - And why am I not surprised to see you here. – And here the demon itself appeared, leaving the snowy portal right in the middle of the room. - Did you find what you were looking for? I asked rudely. - Yes. - The demon answered, showing exactly the same bag as the Fox. – What happened here? – he asked, examining the pogrom in the room. - I freaked out a little. I answered. Well, do not admit to him his own weakness. - Give the grass to the Fox. - I demanded.

This black shadow was a fierce beast, and it looked very strange, like a wolf or a fox, with a kind of bloodthirsty aura in its cunningness. "Fortunately, there are quite a number of mysterious things within this land. Although this Demonic Wolf Fox is naturally cunning and bloodthirsty, the essence blood within its body has the effect of giving birth to bones and muscles. As long as I find some other rare things, your leg should be able to recover..." Looking at Miao Yue, Jin Di said with a comforting look on his face.

The Fox’s voice echoed in my head, a psychic hiss. I knew the legends. In the old sectors, they called them Kitsune or Fox-Demons—creatures that stole lives to extend their own. This wasn't tech; this was ancient, dark 'Noir' magic. She’d already stolen two lives to get those tails. She needed my youth to reset her clock, but the life growing inside me made the 'transfer' impossible. The Fox lunged. She was twice my size, moving with a speed that blurred the air. I dove across the shattered glass, my reflexes sharp and jagged.

I took that opportunity to get closer to the demon fox, but it didn't take that hard for me to enter his protective sphere. I was a bit shocked by the fox demon's appearance. He looks just like a human being except for the fox ear and his nine tails. He also has long sharp fangs and nails. His eyes are not as fierce as I expect them to be and he is more charming than I imagined. "I'm Aria, and I am here to ask you to return my wing to me," I demanded.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

- Renata smugly, she finds it annoying that Devlin has been cowering and scared all this time, it's hard for them to talk to each other. Devlin seriously thought about what the girl in front of him had just said and suddenly remembered the old man he met at the old church. “You… you… you are that nine-tailed fox? The fox the old man told me about?" "That's right. I am a nine-tailed fox." Renata did not hesitate to reveal her identity. “And what about Anthea? Why are you in Anthea's body?" - Devlin looks at his girlfriend's familiar face but now she's a fox.

Before he put them in the fire, his hand too got wrapped by two more snakes with their tail into the soil. Satan growled as his fury touched the edge, exhibiting a blood-core demonic aura that caused all the trees there to turn completely to ashes, and the soil to turn red in blood as the demon with his snakes granulated under the soil. Similarly, a crown appeared on his head in place of horns.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Despite the light emanating from the Pentacle, the air was icy cold. Then the ground seemed to crack wider open like a glass and pouring through the shards came a horde of dark shapes, humanoid but twisted, gnarled and faceless, howling out a soundless scream that punctured the ears of the witch. It did not seem to affect Aosoth though. She cackled and her beetle-like eyes grew bright with a manic light as she raised her hands higher and the demons poured forth. Icy wind burned the witch as more humanoid demons came through the band of light within the Pentacle. The air stank of sulphur and ashes.