Kurama 9 Tailed Fox Novels & Stories

Sirius promptly turned without hesitation and gathered her in his arms. Unironically fearing that Lola would feel cold in a room with a giant fire pot, he even ran to his car, grabbed a fox fur coat, and wrapped it tightly around her. My heart could break when I saw the fox fur coat, because it was fashioned out of my eight tails. As a nine-tailed foxkin, each of my tails was the embodiment of each one of nine lives. But because Lola didn't mind dying just to ruin my life, she had successfully goaded Sirius into forcing me to tear off my own tails.

“Vampires?! I whispered, shocked. The book talked about vampires and other creatures I never knew about. Then I spotted a drawing, it was a fox with nine nails. Before I could read one more line, the door swung open. “Stay away from my stuff,” she hissed, snatching the book from me. “Your stuff? Really? I scoffed. “I and Lucas found it, so how is it yours to keep? I added. She sighed, rubbing her temples “look, just stay away from it. Some secrets are best left buried,” she said, her eyes narrowed, drawing closer. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then a dead, heavy silence descended. I tried understanding the warning but the image of the nine-tailed fox couldn’t leave my head. “ So vampires re

I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be. Their guards scrambled, trying to stop me. I narrowed my eyes before bringing my Kitsune mask to my face. Fear clouded their features at the sight of my mask. They knew what it meant. This wasn’t me, Hatake Yūri, heir of the clan, coming after their boss and second. No, this was Kitsune, a blood-thirsty fox spirit. “Stand down or perish.” I warned, unsheathing my blade ready.

How was it even possible something that large would fit into her narrow channel? Wait. Her channel? Unbidden the image of Mike Volka flashed in her brain, more moisture soaked her panties and heat crept up her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She put hands over Mischief's eyes. "Don't look, kitty." Jamie took a sip of her soft drink, a bite of her sandwich and chewed slowly as she turned the page. "Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies."

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 started as she looked at a page that had a picture of a person standing there with tails similar to the one that my mate had, only difference is that he had 9. "This here is called a Gumiho." She said pointing at the picture. "Come again?" I asked confused. What the hell is a Gumiho? "A Gumiho....or better say, a nine tailed fox. It says here that a Gumiho is a mythical creature that appeared since the beginning of life. However, unlike most creatures, one Gumiho is born every 100 years. They are very powerful and top all creatures in the food chain." "So you mean to say that my mate is a rare creature?" I interrupted. Alexis just nodded.

Oceana said in fear as she saw a nine tailed fox walking towards her with an angry face. She picked up a stick from the ground and tried using it, but the fox wasn't backing out. Oceana stepped backwards on ever step the fox made, and she didn't know when she stumbled on a stone and fell. The nine tailed fox wasn't backing down as it moved closer and closer to her. Oceana crawled backwards, and then she fell into a hole.

Sera sobbed, stumbling toward him, but the fox shifted its focus instantly, its gaze snapping back to her. All nine tails drew inward like serpents preparing to strike. Kade’s growl rolled through the air before the tails could descend. He staggered from the rubble, blood matting his fur, but his golden eyes burned hotter than ever. With a furious snarl, he leapt straight onto the fox’s back. His claws sank deep, raking down its spine. The fox screamed, twisting, thrashing, slamming itself into the ground to shake him off.

He wanted to destroy her the way she had destroyed him. After all these years of pain and torture that his life, he wanted revenge from her, in the purest rawest form. He had found that his mate was the root of his suffering. He didn't understand why until he saw her true nature. A white nine-tailed fox. The last one is alive. Her clan was the one supposed to mate with us the black-white werewolves. Ajax's clan almost got extinguished back then because of those foxes. Back then, it was him leading his pack and killing every last one of them.

he asked. Ooh…kay. Of all the things that he had to ask, why that? Suspish… suspish indeed. “None. Where did you even get that?” I replied whilst maintaining eye contact with him. My grandmother once said that if I do such while answering a question, it would be of a higher chance that the person I am talking to would believe my words. I just hoped it would work with Lansford. “It’s what they show on movies about nine-tailed foxes. They show that such creatures have super strength that comes from a bead.” He leaned closer in my direction with eyes full of curiosity. “Since you have nine tails, does it mean that you have nine lives?”