Fox Inuyasha Novels & Stories

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

the vassal said as he flew down. The vassal landed on Xurden’s front a few inches away, stepping a foot on his face. He was about to kick Xurden when balls of black and white fire came out of nowhere, coming towards them. The balls of fire mixed with each other before hitting the vassal’s side, creating an explosion and thick smoke. Because of this, the vassal jumped back again to avoid any attacks that would happen. As the wind blew, the thick smoke faded away where the two foxes appeared. They both had furs as white as the snow. The only difference the two creatures possessed was the fox on the right had a scar on his right eye.

Faith chewed on her lips as her eyes moves towards the board again – she go through everything she has learned about the alliance once again. Lately, she was able to learn that every member is a wolf disguised as a sheep. Everyone is trying to tear the other down. She doesn’t care who wins in the end, all she wants is the doom of Aldo. She smashed her lips together, as her eyes fixed on a picture of a very attractive Asian man, Felix. She narrowed her eyes and recall what Levi told her about him.

Let's go, - and she went back. Now we tunneled down the slope down. Werewolves were already more common here, and of all varieties: foxes, wolves, bears. And if wolves were familiar to my eye, then for the first time I saw bears so close: they were much higher - all at least two meters. It even became interesting: how they manage to assimilate among people. But I have already met foxes, and they were all short in stature. “Now it’s clear why there are so many of them in Japan,” I chuckled: “after all, the Japanese themselves are all short and it’s easy for them to get lost here.” After the next turn, Rada threw back the fabric curtain, passed by herself and, holding it, let me through, a lit

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

No dragon. “Wh-who are you?” Nya stammared, her sword out in front of her as she prepared to defend herself. As far as she could see, he wasn’t armed, but he might be some sort of a sorcerer or something. As concerned as she was that the monster she’d come to kill had disappeared into thin air, she had to deal with this mysterious person first. He didn’t look threatening as he stood across from her, sizing her up, but he didn’t look happy either. Nya had faced off against many an angry, muscular man in her life. This guy was built like a slab of stone. Muscles on top of muscles. He was tall, too. At least a foot taller than her. He was glaring at her, which made his handsome face look dark a

With his mother occupied with the zombie corpse, the little boy wondered if he could help his mother by stabbing the man while he was distracted with fending off his mother. "Perrrrfect." A woman's voice emanated out of the shadows. "Nine-tailed foxes," She said. It showed she was clueless about the creatures she was spying on. "And three of you at that." Whoever the speaker was, they seemed to be pleased with themselves, Satake noted.

Guess I had spoken too soon. One thing I had known about the wolves was their inability to keep it in their pants during the full moon. Their blood ran hotter than normal during this time as their goddess in the sky beckoned them to procreate. How fortunate, then that I took more after my mother. She was a kitsune, a fox of mystic and magic. Rather than run wild and allow herself to be controlled by the moon, she maintained control over her senses. My father told me stories about her all the time.

But his eyes were the worst part—piercing, fiery amber eyes with slit pupils that glowed in the dark fog. A purebred Dragon. The guard leader stepped forward, bowing low. "We brought the Fox, Your Highness. Just as Master Julian promised." The Dragon King did not say a word. He walked toward me, his leather boots crunching against the snow. His heavy predator aura hit the clearing so hard that even Julian's guards stepped back in fear. My Fox ears pinned flat against my head instinctively, my whole body trembling against the ground. He stopped right in front of me, looking down at my dirty clothes, my wrapped hand, and my bruised face.