Kitsune Okami Novels & Stories

the beautiful deity explains and I nod in understanding. “Are you my ancestor?” “I am. You are more directly descended from me than most fox shifters, which is why you are a true Kitsune,” Tsukiyomi explains. “Now go home to your lover, but do not fear calling on your ancestors or your powers when you are in need,” the elegant god says before kissing my forehead and bowing.

A huge fucking silver-furred fox. I step back from Umiko with a frown on my face. I knew she wasn’t a wolf or Lycan, but to be honest, I never expected there to be a fox inside of her. Not only that, but the one I just saw wasn’t a Japanese spirit as one would expect because of her lineage. I’ve met Kitsunes, Kumihos, and even the Chinese Huli jing, so I know what I’m talking about when I say that this thing inside Umiko is entirely different. /“Did you feel that?”/ I ask Baron, and he nods.

Stabbed her in the with your dagger. Kyra looked around, but no one else was there. She looked again at the kitsune trying to escape from the invisible trap. The kitsune struggled as it saw Kyra approaching. Kyra played the two daggers in her hand as she rushed closer to the kitsune. When the dagger in Kyra's hand stopped, she ran closer to the kitsune. She threw a blade; it penetrated the invisible trap and hit one leg of the kitsune. Its tails did nothing to stop her dagger. The kitsune got down on her knees and didn't expect Kyra to be in front of her. Kyra stabbed her blade into the kitsune's chest with full force. In a few moments, the body of the kitsune burned until it turned into smo

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.”

To hunt. Kitsunes were supposed to be extinct. His grandfather had told him stories about the hunts, about how dangerous and cunning the fox spirits were. How they deceived and destroyed entire packs. This one wasn't getting away. Noah shifted mid stride, his body transforming seamlessly into his wolf form. His clothes tore away as he sprinted across the field and into the woods. The scent trail was fresh, sharp, and intoxicatingly strong. The kitsune was fast. Faster than any werewolf Noah had ever chased. It weaved through the trees with impossible grace, its nine tails streaming behind it like ribbons of white flame.

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

“Then you know what you’re up against.” That was the day Adrian’s childhood ended. ⸻ The hunters raised him the only way they knew how. With steel. With discipline. With the understanding that monsters did not hesitate—and neither could you. Adrian learned quickly. Too quickly. By fifteen he could track demons through forests most men were afraid to enter. By seventeen he had killed his first one. A lesser demon. Small. Fast. Still dangerous. The others had celebrated when it died. Adrian had just stared at the blood on his hands.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His most trusted agent stepped beside him. "My lord... this is becoming difficult to control." Gretonia never took his eyes off the battlefield. "No." "It is proceeding exactly as planned." The agent hesitated. "The Kitsune destroyed half her own village after losing control." Gretonia smiled. "And now..she's doing the same here." He watched as terrified hunters fled from Homura's relentless assault. None of them knew the truth. None of them knew that the men who had destroyed the Kitsune village...

Based purely on strength, Black Dragon was evidently stronger than Kamaitachi. Shock flashed across Kamaitachi’s face. Nicknamed as the legendary sickle weasel, his main training focus had been in strength, and all this while, he had absolute faith in his power. Even in that massive tribe he served, among the countless experts, Kamaitachi had confidence that his strength could overpower most fighters. However, as he faced this average tribe’s fighter, just this one punch made him realize their difference. After that exchange, both men paused for half a second before the two silhouettes clashed again.

But before she could say anything the light switched on revealing the stupid grinning doe-eyed person holding her captive with his body. Sorin Kim. Again. This was ridiculous. Looking all hot with his grey sweatpants and hoodie and that stupidly ruffled hair. Standing behind the both you was the entire Bhatt family with Aarav rushing inside with a pillow in his hand and his hair ruffled up and his eyes half closed and cutely shouting out "Who's the food stealing maniac, I am gonna kill him!? " Followed by a grumbling Devika and their parents Janvi Bhatt and Manuel Bhatt.