Kitsune Nude Novels & Stories

The van stopped at a small hotel. The driver turned around, and Kai saw her clearly for the first time. Young, pretty, with golden eyes like a fox. "You're not human," Derek said, reaching for his knife. "How rude." She smiled. When she did, Kai saw her shadow on the wall. It had nine tails. "I'm Yuki. I'm a kitsune. A fox spirit. And I'm your help in Tokyo." "Jess didn't say her friend was a fox," Jeremy said.

He followed my gaze to the woman lying unconscious in the room, his face unreadable. “She’s not your regular wolf. She’s a Kitsune.” The word landed like a blade. I stared at him, stunned. Kitsune? It was the first time I’d ever heard such a name in all my years of leading and fighting. What in the goddess’ name was a Kitsune— and why would one be helping me? “Kitsune…” I repeated under my breath, the sound foreign, strange on my tongue. “You need rest for now, Alpha,” the doctor said quietly. “We can discuss this in the morning.”

Completely naked. What the hell?

And for those who don't know what a werefox and kitsune look like, you can look it up but here is a short note about all you need to know about a kitsune aka Sebastian Whitlock…. So basically kitsune are foxes that possess paranormal abilities that increase as they get older and wiser. According to folklore, the kitsune-foxes (or perhaps the "fox spirits") can bewitch people. They have the ability to shapeshift into human or other forms, and to trick or fool human beings. While some folktales speak of kitsune employing this ability to trick others—as foxes in folklore often do—other stories portray them as faithful guardians, friends, and lovers. <\> source: Wikipedia They usually have nine

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

“Marcus told me that you’re injured.” “Yes,” Damien agreed, turning to face me. “Nicholas got a bit too excited again during sparring.” He stood up, completely nude out of the water, and I looked away at first, my face hot with embarrassment. “Oh right. Sorry,” Damien said as he dipped down so his nethers weren’t in sight. “It’s okay, just unexpected,” I said with laugh as I leaned in and saw the wound was in the same spot as the last one I’d stitched up.

At least that is what I thought. As soon as I think of these creatures a kitsune appears before us. A few of us growl at the intruder. I’ve never seen one before and I stare at it’s beauty. The kitsune is all white besides the markings on it. It’s feet have socks that are a reddish brown color and the tips of it’s nine tails are the same color. In the center of it’s forehead is a a crescent shape and it’s eyes glow yellow. One of the bears goes to attack as the kitsune walks towards me completely unafraid. “Don’t attack it,” I order.

he crossed one leg resting a hand on his knee, “what about your kind is different that I should know?” Honestly, I wasn’t so sure what I could tell him. Latharn warned me kitsune were very private. There was some council that monitored us all for breaches. The last thing I wanted was to wind up on some list. “Well the one thing we all do you seem to be immune to.” That was annoying, mostly because I was told only other kitsune were immune, “we create illusions. You’ve always seen through mine. I can turn invisible.” “Can others turn invisible?”

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.

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me in a questionable manner. “Yeah, that’s fine.” It sounds like he is just an old human... nothing to be jealous about... That’s what I said a few days ago. But as I looked around the shrine grounds where we were at, my jealousy tried to creep up again. Near us were small statues of foxes with many tails, and Samantha was looking at them in interest. “Kitsune.” She mentioned to me. “In Japan they are demons who like to play pranks on humans, but they also help to guard and protect those who show them respect and give them a safe place to rest.”