Kaze Kitsune Novels & Stories

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

(One month later…) (Caprice La Veure auction house, Battingham Kingdom) “I… Can’t believe that we are actually here in an auction house. Don’t you think it’s too sudden, Sire?” Miyu pouted as she tilted her head to the side to look at Kazal who was standing beside her. Because of his breed, Kazal is a bit shorter than an average demi human male. All of his vassals, except for Miyu and Rein who are a cait sith, are taller than him. Despite having great skills, Kazal couldn’t really change his height all he wanted, that is probably among one of his weakness too.

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

“I do, Mitsuhide. If you would like it, of course. It matters little to me, but your face shows how interested you are with it. It is the least I could do. You have offered to shelter me for nothing in return. A gift like this is appropriate.“, she replied. “A gift like this is unheard of. You are giving fire to a warlord, Princess. That in itself is a dangerous thing in these times.“, he stated. “A kitsonebi.” “A what?“, she asked. “Kitsonebi a flame created by a kitsune.“, he replied. “Maybe the ball works backward then?“, she said with a chuckle. “Huh?“, he asked. “The kitsune ball you gave me last night. You said it was so the kitsune would have to help the one who held it. Maybe that is

He approached the table with slow, lethal deliberation, his hand hovering just above the broken arrow before picking it up. As his fingers brushed the iridescent star-metal, the runes flared with a faint, mocking blue light. Kazan’s eyes instantly turned a deep, predatory amber, the pupils slitting as his wolf surged to the absolute surface. A sound tore from his throat—not a standard growl, but a guttural, earth-shaking rumble of pure, unadulterated fury that caused the medical staff to instinctively step back in terror.