Female Kitsune Novels & Stories

He glares at me but doesn't move forward. "I thought maybe you would have figured it out after what I did to you, but I forgot your brain is smaller than your pea-sized balls. I'm part witch, and my sexy mate here is a kitsune. Since you're not too bright, a kitsune is a fox who can do magic. Together, we're going to take down your sorry ass." Whatever Alan did to the wolves, they're starting to die. I don't care; it's just kind of scary that he has that much power. "You aren't going to do anything, you fucking bitch. You see that your magic didn't work on me." Bram starts walking forward, and I laugh.

They were actually the most powerful of their kind. Four were gifted wolves who all had gifts that were tailored to sensuality. That was the reason why they were high earners. Six were witches gifted with manipulation magic. The only magic of theirs that they were able to use was to ensnare the high rollers. Three were kitsunes – Japanese fox spirits. Two female dragons who had just hit maturity. They were water elemental dragons but had a block on their powers. They were high earners because of their beauty. Four demon hybrids – two males that were descended from an incubus. Two females who were Celmon demons. They were a type of Celestial/demon hybrid. They were incredibly rare and therefo

Pawn Clara asked. " 'Gobi' means 'five-tailed Kitsune' and 'Zalika' means 'wellborn'," Bishop Eloise explained with an understanding smile. "She is fully matured and has mastered her element and can create an illusion now. She has a royal Kitsune heritage like the Moroi of Vampires or the Alpha of Werewolves." "And what about Reiko? What does it mean?" Pawn Clara asked, reminding her. "'Riko' means a ghost fox, not a real ghost as seen in shadow or dust form, but definitely a 'wicked' fox," Bishop Eloise replied.

This is exciting. I whispered under my breath, "Kitsune." The little boy heard and gave me another hug. I'm guessing that's a yes. According to the legends, a Kitsune is a fox spirit that develops a tail every one hundred years. When it reaches its thousandth year and grows its final ninth tail, the Kitsune changes color from orange to either white or gold thus becoming a divine fox with godly powers. Judging by the looks of this boy, he still has one tail which makes him a young Kitsune.

a slightly familiar voice rings thought the hallways and pulls my attention towards it. My head moves up in a sharp move and my eyes meet those of the OBGYN who took care of my mate throughout the whole madness. A woman we had picked especially because of her history with working with our kind. She was one of the few kitsunes I have ever met to be this friendly with werewolves. Who was this dedicated to help and land a hand to those of us who needed it. She was old enough to have helped over a handful of generations to come into this world, but she didn't look a day over her forties. A kitsune's ability to stay young surpassed those of a wolf. It was fascinating.... For I have never thought

Did she not hear the part where I wasn’t a werewolf? “I’m sure the property is better off in the hands of the werewolves.” “Well kiddo, I’ve got to say this is kind of a shock.” She hopped over the bar, landing next to me, “If I remember correctly though, your mom wasn't a werewolf either?” “Yes,” I nodded, “A kitsune,.” "What's that?" She laughed. Shrugging I couldn't blame her for not knowing, we weren't a widely known type of supernatural creatures, "Think of it as like a werefox."

He smiles at me and says, “It is a surprise, when we get there you will see, I am sure that you will love it.” I smile inwardly, he does not know he will not live to see tomorrow. I have been learning about Kitsunes and Nogitsunes and I discovered that they cannot be a fox and a wolf. They must be one or the other. I was planning on just taking his heart since he tried to play with mine but I decided that I wanted him to suffer.

one of the seniors, uncle Colton spoke, "we need to be vigilant and careful. You must be protected at all times," "Yes, your life is important and we can't let them get to you," Uncle Ben added "Something isn't adding up," I said to myself while looking at the arrow until something clicked in my mind. The scent! I scented my mate yesterday while fighting the rogues and saw her today at school. Could it be that----No it can't be, Fiorella doesn't look like the type that can hunt werewolves, she is too shy and too timid to actually have a killing bone in her.

The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's. Catarina had a secret: she abhorred human flesh. Having gone to college for Biology in Manila, Catarina had genetically engineered fruits: mangoes, lanzones, calamansi for teas - everything jade and green under the sun of Bathala that produced the florid juices of the jungle - into sustenance for aswang, with human proteins.

Well, that was quick. "Simple, be my witch, help me. With your magic, we can help people, we can judge people how we wish to. All we need is a little you and a little me. You will be feared, known, respected. Amongst wolves and amongst witches. What do you say?" "I'm in." she decided. Finally! becoming queen has never been easier. "Okay, but first we need to start taking over the small packs, but the problem is I don't know how? " I said sounding confused if only, she will be lured into my trap, and she will become my puppet. But I'm not that bad of course.