Kitsune Supernatural Novels & Stories

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

Tsunade snickered like that was what she was waiting for, she stretched her head sideways and took out a knife from the sleeve of her gown, slowly then up closer to her mouth and whispered a spell on it. The knife also later blazed red like the moon up in the sky, Kazuma was down there glaring at what was going on, following each her move with his sight when suddenly she hoisted the knife up clasping it with two hands and pointed it beneath, at Kazuma's chest before driving it inside him deeper into his flesh.

It was my Kitsune voice. Shinobu looked terrified. Damn right, he better be. “K...Kitsune.” he stammered my name. I’m sure if I went to a shrink, they’d say I have some disorder because often Kitsune seems to be like her own person that at times will control my body. I know some in the clan think I am processed by a highly volatile and violent Kitsune spirit. Maybe they are right. But we get along just fine.

No sooner does the shadowy apparition pass, than the plumed bird ignites the desiccated vamp carcasses with lightning strikes, powderizing them into fading sparks and ensuring there’s no regeneration or rising again. Evidently, that’s still not enough to sate the alpha’s bloodlust though. Amid the battling weres on the ground, a genuine seven-tailed kitsune accomplishes the same thing as the lightning bird overhead. Imbued with fire, it zips and darts agilely in the wake of the were ranks, dancing flames leaping from its nimble feet, multiple tails and flickering along its coat, finishing off any wounded vamps and cremating any remains with explosive bursts of licking flames.

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”

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.

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?”

I realized Damien was no longer Damien. He was under the influence of a nogitsune’s evil spirit. A nogitsune was a cunning fox spirit that merely desired to wreak havoc. They were bad spirits. The Void Kitsune that possessed him thrived on turmoil, suffering, and anarchy. Once a nogitsune had found a host, there was nothing I could do to stop him, so I killed him. Stefan would not listen to reason when I tried to explain what had actually happened to him. He promised to ruin all I hold dear and to exact an eye-for-an-eye retribution on me one day. It was something I loved more than myself that he now had. Isabel. I was never going to spare him now. “I’LL SLAY HIM!”I wholeheartedly concur wi

He ignored them because none of them were strong enough to survive him. A sharp nudge to my ribs shattered the illusion instantly. “If you bite your lip any harder, you’re going to bleed all over your desk,” Maya whispered, leaning across the narrow gap between our seats. Her golden wolf eyes dropped down to my notebook page and narrowed in sheer disbelief. I looked down. Instead of tracing the timeline of the pack treaties, I had carved the words –Supreme Lycan– over and over again inside a heavily scratched heart. “Goodness,” Maya muttered, quickly slapping her hand over the page before anyone else could look. “Please tell me you’re plotting an assassination and not actively fantasizing ab

Growling, I tried to remove it as Ashton began to pull me backwards so that Asher and Tatiana could talk alone. "What are you doing?" I demanded once he managed to pull me into my room. "Don’t try to push that woman’s buttons." Ashton warned. "She was rude first." I pointed out. Why the hell were Ashton and Asher taking this bitch’s side and treating me like I was the problem? It was pretty annoying. "Do you even know what kitsunes are capable of?" Ashton asked, conversationally. Did I know? Of course, I knew. They were trickster beings that you couldn’t trust. They could be their biggest enemy or alli. It all depended on if you paid the right price.