Fox With 2 Tails Novels & Stories

The words tumble out of my mouth unbidden. She chuckles, blushing as she tucks strands of her fiery red hair behind her ear. "Hehe. Thank you. But no. I'm part fox, though." My eyes go wide. "Really?!" "Yup." I gape at her, completely blown away. It just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? I lean closer to whisper to her. "So, do you have nine tails and stuff?" She grins. "Not nine yet. But I do have...tails."

Flashback thirty years ago. It's been thirty years ago when I first encountered the demon fox. Ancient legends say that a nine-tailed demon is so powerful that just a single swipe from one of its nine tails can raise tsunamis, tornadoes, and flatten mountains. They can also breathe fire and create massive destruction.

The dim yellow light flowed across the walls, distorting and shifting the shadows of the beasts, making them seem alive and adding an eerie atmosphere. "Look at that one," Carl suddenly stopped and pointed to a carving on the left wall. Following the direction of his finger, Amelia saw a beast that resembled a fox but had nine tails, each covered in colorful patterns. A single horn grew from its head, and its eyes were gentle and lively. "It looks somewhat like a Nine-Tailed Fox, but it's not quite the same."

Feral’s now elongated ears trembled nervously in a way that could soften even an angel’s heart and he smiled a bit shyly. Thankfully, although people couldn’t help staring at him what they actually had their eyes on was the beast on his neck. On the slender neck stood a graceful-looking fox with a stunning pair of eyes holding a blue sclera and sharp red pupils that emitted such pressure that could make one’s hair stand and even more astonishing was the glowing seven tails which stood majestically behind his back leisurely swaggering in the air while others caringly caressed the elf.

I asked, my brows raised. He swallowed hard, then said “When you fainted, you kinda shifted and….” “And what?” An unsettling feeling rising in my chest. “Your wolf…it had two tails,” he uttered, scratching his head. “What?” My eyes widened, my jaw dropped to the floor. Then I remembered, foxes grew stronger with each tail. I wondered what made mine grow so fast. “Here’s the problem. Mr. Grim reaper saw you.” I froze, his words sending a jolt of electricity through me. My heart, hammering against my ribs like a caged bird.

BOOOOOMMMM “Agh!” A nine-tailed woman landed on the ground, her body covered in wounds. In the sky, a nine-tailed fox with black fur and black eyes glared down at the fox woman who had landed pitifully on the ground. He, who had initially not paid much attention to this woman as she kept following him, was now annoyed by her rude behavior.

I've been privileged to meet vampires, witches, sorceresses and sorcerers. I even met elves and fairies, but not giants. Now a giant is one thing but giant foxes the size of five-storey buildings are another. Then when you go into their details, they were terrifying, especially their leader. There was nothing remarkably different about the red nine-tailed and the white was as I expected. They were huge foxes with nine tails and individual colours. The only thing different about my expectations was their aura. The pressure was no joke but the elegance was on point.

(TRASHED HOPE) “FASCINATING.” The word she utters under her breath and almost a whisper, as she sits cross leg and comfortably unto the nothingness and stares intently unto the scene as the play goes. “Misha, run!” With the peculiar being into the world she is now dwelling, yet a common demon from her original world. The powerful fox, mythical and perfect with his nine-tailed and gleaming silver color and blue hue of flame, tells her more than the scene could ever be.

He could barely contain his excitement as he stripped out of his clothing. I watched as thick tufts of deep red fur covered his body and slowly he shifted into Cinnabar. The massive wolf shook out his fur and trotted circles around me. "Hey Cin. I missed you," I smiled at the wolf, running my fingers through his dense fur. He nuzzled into my hands, wagging his tail impatiently. He turned his back to me, laying down onto the grass to allow me to climb onto his back.