Romans & histoires Female Kitsune

She wore a white and gold trench coat with a gray cotton shirt and white pants and open toed sandals. A smell similar to a combination of cedar and lavender wafted in Kronos’s nose. This woman must be of the Ryoharu Kitsune Tribe. The Kitsune were known assassins, sneaky, intelligent, and masters at deception. Kronos looked at the other female who looked to be a few winters older than Kronos. She had a narrow face with a cleft chin. She had long silver hair that was braided. She was tall, standing at least six foot nine, and burly for a woman. She wore a scowl that Kronos suspected was usual for her.

"Kitsunes are master manipulators. They appear human. They trick you into trusting them. They kill before you realize you're in danger." Yuna's throat tightened. Noah's thumb continued its slow circles on her hand, but she could feel the conflict in him. Every protective instinct warring with years of training. He was the hunter's son. She was the prey. This should be simple. But nothing about this was simple. "Kitsunes have weaknesses," Andrew continued. "They cannot maintain human form indefinitely. Newly awakened ones especially. They need an anchor. A talisman to bind their fox spirit." The bracelet. Yuna's pulse hammered in her ears.

- 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.”

As she spoke the moons words. “Yes,” She spoke slowly. Her heart dropped as the newest chosen floated within her mind, her beast growling in displeasure at the prospect while her mind whirled in sympathy. Another life the Goddess would overrule. “A Conduit?” Leonidas questioned further. “A re-birth.” Leonidas stilled and her hand clenched his as their connection continued. A re-birth was never heard of in their lifetime, a divine gift the Goddess bestowed upon her greatest wolves, a curse for they were that it was bestowed upon.

TRISTAN My Kitten surprised us all. She's a miracle. According to the local Werewolf Health Institute, connected to Crescent University, she's the biggest she-wolf on record. Her dormant wolf was inside her all this time just waiting to come out huge and snarling. Her wolf is beautiful. Shiny black fur, gorgeous amber yellow eyes that glow, a magnificent coat and tail. She's been able to shift on her own twice now. The guys and I have stayed in human form, giving her space to explore. Soon, we'll change with her. Then we can play.

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."

Dominic had been planning this meeting for some time, to meet one of the mutated species, was rare, to meet one of the mutated species that every original species revered was almost unheard of, Dominic first learned of this particular species when he was still just a Beta in his old pack, that was nearly 50 years ago, a creature that was essentially a shifter but possessed other magical traits, some could control electricity, others could heal wounds just by looking at them, but Dominic was fascinated by one particular kind, the ones that could control the elements, one element in particular, fire, and what creature could shape-shift into a majestic animal while also being able to control th

This extraordinary librarian seemed to hold a wealth of knowledge, and I yearned to tap into her wisdom. "Ms. Paulina," I began, my voice filled with eagerness, "I am consumed by a burning curiosity. Have there ever been records, whispers even, of creatures such as werewolves dwelling within the confines of this very city?" Ms. Paulina's eyes sparkled with a knowing gleam as she leaned against the counter, contemplating my inquiry. "Ah, dear Jasmine, thou hast delved into a realm where myth and reality intertwine. Verily, within the annals of time, this city hath borne witness to tales of untamed spirits in lupine guise."

I warned with a deep voice, my cold stare fixed persistently on her. I had just given Britney, my first Omega, an experience that would make her toes curl and her heart race. And judging by the jealousy dripping from Elena's words, she knew it. Elena was nothing more than a fling, a temporary distraction from the real prize: my Mate. She was a Kitsuni , a liar in the eyes of our pack, and could never truly be my match no matter what. She had tried her best to show them she was fit to be my Mate but the moon goddess till date still doesn't believe or accept her.

“And how does that involve us?” I turned to Ghost. “You said something before. A mark?” Ghost hesitated. “Yes, sir. The file we dug from their network — they mentioned a mark shaped like a fox tail. Kitsune symbol. Said it’s connected to a woman.” Ghost looked down. “Katarina.” The air in the warehouse seemed to stop. “What did you say?” I asked quietly. “The mark on her shoulder. The one shaped like a curve of flame? It’s a kitsune sigil. Matches their records exactly.”