Kurama 9 Tailed Fox Novels & Stories

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.

"no! I need to get back home. My mother... And Ryker... No! That alpha king better not have married that witch or him and I will have a really big and serious problem!" I snapped and broke down in tears. "I'm sorry phoenix. We will help you heal and return home but it will take at least a week for you to completly heal and have to be strong first! " She said. I sobered down and whipped my tears. "Thank you... But I have a very huge mission on my shoulders right now and it needs to be taken care of.. By the way, what type of fox are you? " I asked her. "I'm a nine tailed fox phoenix. We are a little pack of 50 members that live right across the human world.."

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.