Kitsune Stories Novels & Stories

He smiles at me and says, “It is a surprise, when we get there you will see, I am sure that you will love it.” I smile inwardly, he does not know he will not live to see tomorrow. I have been learning about Kitsunes and Nogitsunes and I discovered that they cannot be a fox and a wolf. They must be one or the other. I was planning on just taking his heart since he tried to play with mine but I decided that I wanted him to suffer.

Well at least she has royal blood, it doesn't matter finding out which family side was a descendant. Mizuko was about to close the book when there was one more page she is yet to flip. She has a bad feeling about it but she flips the page anyway. She stares at the sketch and her brows drawn together. It was a legendary beast who is said to pay respect only to the rightful King. It looks like the saber tooth, Keisuke but there was no other writing of it. The sketch was even blurry but for some reason, it is alike Keisuke or maybe she just hasn't seen many of the demons out there.

Aki waited for Temujin to add his own opinion of her. “Er, I see what you mean…” he fumbled for the next words. “But Hououtenku is different. It’s not a technique. It’s just a myth that our ancestors made up. To give us hope that no matter how low the Clan of Vulcanus sank or how dark our history got, we will persist. I mean, think about it: an old bird that fans its own funeral pyre with its wings until it’s fully consumed. From the ashes, a new being rises, a new red Slayer – capable of controlling the kinetic energy of atoms to generate his own fire. I have better luck believing a story like Griffin’s, because evolution just doesn’t skip centuries like that.”

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?”

She also wore a chainmail skirt and a pair of boots made out of wolf fur. “ You were out for some time,” The Kitsune said, her eyes looking Kronos over. Her accent had a song-like quality to it that reminded Kronos of swaying tribes. “ You were in rough shape when I first saw you. But you being of the dragon blood, it’s no surprise you’re doing better now. Your kind are quite adept at healing from damage sustained in battle.” “We were,” Kronos said. The memory of the massacre flooded his mind. The Kitsune's face grew somber.

In the midst of the tension, a younger journalist stepped forward with another question. "Miss Luna, we've heard that you have a keen interest in werewolf stories. Is that true?" she asked, changing the subject to something more personal. "Yes, I am indeed fascinated by tales of werewolves," Luna admitted with a hint of enthusiasm. The journalist, intrigued, continued, "Do you believe that werewolves actually exist?" Luna playfully replied, "I'm not sure, but perhaps the answers lie in the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" the journalist asked curiously.

Aklan “So, wait let me get something straight” I say, trying to summarize all what Aedan had just told me. “Apparently, you're Aedan, a Kitsune whom fell in love with me at first sight one day you visited my pack mansion and imprinted on me?“ The red-haired Kitsune nods his head. “Yep, that's about it” I blinked, dumbfounded. “You ARE aware that I'm a guy, right?“

Raphael asked, smirking as well. But Shaine has a dark plan in her mind. She sat on her knees, held Raphael’s hard standing cock, and gently stroked it. Raphael groaned, he loved how soft her fingers were. “Fucking stroke me fast!” Raphael commanded, but Shaine only smirked and shook her head. “Tell me if you’re cumming already,” Shaine said otherwise. Her ten fingers were wrapped on Raphael’s shaft, and yet it seemed like it wasn’t enough to hold him in control. So Shaine had to suck the part of Raphael’s cock that couldn’t be wrapped by her fingers.

He’s deathly afraid of foxes, or more specifically, the old legends of the kitsune: an odd thing to fear, but whatever. “Why is he already screaming?” Logan asked as Miyazaki started to cower and scream without me even touching him. “He’s currently living his greatest nightmare. I hope you don’t mind, but I did use Suzu’s image for the nightmare. He’s cowering from her. In his mind, he’s seeing her morph from a human woman to ta malevolent kitsune.” I explained, focusing on making the nightmare more intense.

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.