Kitsune Female Novels & Stories

I ask, raising my eyebrow at him, but he only blinks and shakes his head again. “No, Lily, that woman is an actual fox, not a werewolf. Can’t you see her tails? There must be a reason there’s a bind on her tongue, and it cannot be a good thing, especially if her father had it done to her.” I look at Fenriz and his wife again, but this time, my eyes switch to silver and my heart races when I see what Konstantin means. Umiko had seven tails, and the spirit surrounding her seems to have its claws embedded deep in Fenriz’s lower back.

The crowd echoed, "Exactly! Why are you still alive and well, while Kiera's family is destroyed? Her mother also went insane from missing her daughter." "What right do you have to feel aggrieved? You're an accomplice. You're no different from the murderer who killed Kiera!" Just then, everyone's attention was drawn elsewhere by a burst of laughter. Sienna and Kiera appeared in their minds. "Sienna, we'll be your assistants and help you manage the pack when you become Alpha Female. You will definitely be remembered in the history of the pack." Sienna smiled. "How is that possible? I have an older brother."

It was time for that to change. “Silver Claw.” Adelaide called out. The female from earlier in the day rushed to her, now fully clothed. She stood before her and did not meet her eyes, understanding the respect required of the highest predator in the game. “Gather the Females, Moon Fang will care for the children,” She commanded.

Deciding that she needed to take the chance on them being related, or at least from the same thunder, she said, “I’m here with Slate. Do you know him?” The dragon tipped his head to the side, as if he were pondering what she’d said. She knew that dragons could understand spoken word in their dragon forms. He didn’t seem angry that she knew Slate, so she decided to take him further down that road. “Are you part of his thunder?”

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.

I blinked a few times and before I even knew it, I was back in the theatre room. "What you just experienced is the level four of this game. And only three of you stayed alive 'til the end. Congratulations, you have conquered level four of the Suicide Cup. A friendly reminder everyone, each one of us has that one person that could distract us from reality. And I hope you'll find that person before you decided to end your misery." the speaker went off after that and a silhouette appeared on the screen, it's probably the Domina. "Hello, my dear pupils..." it said using a voice changer. I wonder why she's hiding her identity.

The anticipation was palpable, and the prospect of our long-awaited meeting was just within reach. A few weeks ago, I began to feel the awakening of my powers. As the flames blazed to life, I couldn’t help but marvel at their captivating hue—a luminous shade of blue that danced in the air. At that moment, my dragon, Makhlai—though she insists on being called Katie—spoke to me with a fiery sass that only she could muster. I cherish her spirited personality and feel incredibly fortunate to have her beside me.

She tried to reach for her phone once again but realized she had become paralyzed. Her vision soon became blurry as more underlings emerged from the gate. She counted more than six and before she lost consciousness, said inwardly, "Queen Scorpion, this is your end."

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

"Who are you?" Yuna's hand went instinctively to her bracelet, ready to transform if needed. Beside her, Camille had pulled out the silver knife Noah had given her for emergencies. The woman held up her hands in a peaceful gesture. "My name is Rebecca Clarke. I'm a kitsune. One of the survivors Julia mentioned." "Prove it," Yuna demanded. Rebecca's form shimmered, white fur appearing briefly along her arms before fading back to human. Three tails flickered into view, then vanished. She was powerful but not royal bloodline.