Kurama 9 Tailed Fox Novels & Stories

I snarl as I swiftly grab his balls and twist them then turn to face him, still holding them. “This fox has claws,” I purr as I bring him to his knees. “Respect a lady’s wishes next time.” I strut away and look over my shoulder as I ascend to the second level and check out the scene up there. The foolish man is still clutching himself and streaming tears. They have to learn. I’m no docile little kit. I’m a Nine Tailed Fox!

Adrian and the rest looked at each other when they heard her say that. What she said was similar to what they had seen! "We're unsure about what that is, but based on what you've said, it seems to be the thing we're searching for! Ms. Val, could you please explain this monster fox you're referring to?" Dragon Prince focused on that. "The monsters living in Verdant Summit are the nine-tailed foxes! "Think about it. Monsters hurt people. If they managed to train with the miasma, wouldn't they get even more powerful? That's why we have to kill them for justice!" Val said flatly.

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.

Maybe that’s why I felt like I was being pulled into the forest. “It’s an old ghost story made by the humans, but it was never a ghost in this forest but a Gumiho.” Yong-rae face tensed up with the word Gumiho. “What is a Gumiho?” Rylie asked. “It’s a nine-tailed fox god, in this case, a goddess. They are minor gods of the forest. They roam the earth for thousands of years before ascending to the heaven.” Yong-rea crossed his arms in front of him and slumped down the tree a bit.

(TRASHED HOPE) “FASCINATING.” The word she utters under her breath and almost a whisper, as she sits cross leg and comfortably unto the nothingness and stares intently unto the scene as the play goes. “Misha, run!” With the peculiar being into the world she is now dwelling, yet a common demon from her original world. The powerful fox, mythical and perfect with his nine-tailed and gleaming silver color and blue hue of flame, tells her more than the scene could ever be.

Dragons controlled the business empire, growing wealthy off of humans' ignorance, while a life of crime was the most the wolves could look forward to. Bitterness grew in Gio, and his heart hardened as he witnessed how hard his father hustled to put food on the table. How was it fair that they lived in squaller while the dragons grew fat and lazy off the wealth. One day Gio would turn things around, and the wolves would rule in Desdayos again. Maybe then a new day would dawn—the day of the werewolves.