Kurama Fox Novels & Stories

"I wouldn't mind keeping him around if we can't find out where he belongs. He'd make a great pet for you. He'd teach you some responsibility before you can become a maker which will be good for you." "Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "I'd love to keep him but I think he really wants to return to someone called Inari." He frowned then. "The rice god in Japan?" He asked me, looking skeptical. "You know him?" I asked. "I know the legends. He's a rice god in Japan, usually shown with white foxes called kitsunes," he informed me calmly. "There are other kitsunes, but they're more mischievous than his foxes." "Well I think he belongs there then, in a garden...." I frowned. Looks like I'll lose him qu

said the golden-maned lion, who clearly still hadn’t had his fill of fun, "That makes you guys best friends, innit?" "Screw yourself," grimaced the tiger. Which idiot had coined that expression, for the love of Heavens! As if I could ever be friends with a bunch of foxy foxes! Streaks of yellow lines rushed down the slopes of the Ridge. They were large foxes more than four to five meters long. Their smooth copper-brown fur resembled silk. These were all high-tiered Beast Lords. "Queen Jiu You," observed one of them when they saw her riding on the white elephant.

Zhou Fu's horse broke the silence of the night on the narrow slopes that shone only with the crescent moon. “Something is strange, we are being followed, Kuma!” said Zhou Fu as he patted the neck of Kuma, his new white horse. Kuma also neighed for a while then stopped his steps while Zhou Fu was combing all the corners of the bushes on the right and left sides of the slope as well as the trees that were there.

"I just remembered reading a book about high-ranking werewolves that are turning berserk during their alpha form, allowing them to have poisonous claws. And it's not just a simple poison, it must be a deadly one!" "Then we need to find a cure before it's too late!" "I have no idea what kind of remedy is okay with this!" Arya spoke with such a soft voice that Charlotte and Odin had to place their heads next to her mouth to hear what she was saying. "There is an animal called the six-tailed fox that is impervious to all sorts of poison and can only be found on this Island. Although you have to take some precautions, that fox might be small but it's terrible. It can produce deadly poison as wel

What a disturbance. When I walked outside and was about to see the unknown creature, it immediately hid. She is a nine-tailed fox, so despite hiding, I can still see her. A stunning nine-tailed fox who's holding a knife. "W-what's wrong? Show yourself, I'm also a fox," I said, hoping I would get her trust. Luckily, I did. She dropped her weapon and showed me her face. She's stunning, but it doesn't feel unnatural. Her beauty feels genuine like it didn't come from a curse. Is she exempted from the curse?

I asked myself in my head, my mind racing. Turning the page, the book revealed more about fox spirits, their abilities, similar to werewolves but they were far stronger, depending on the number of their tails. They could generate fire or lightning from their mouth or tails, shapeshift, possess a person’s body and create illusions to manipulate and outsmart their opponents.

Cooper answered while petting her back. "She's more spoiled than a Jenner baby." He scoffed at Carter but the brother just shrugged and sat across from Kari. He casually started a conversation, and as if it was an instinct Pongo was at her side. But she seemed to be enjoying the conversation, she was smiling and even laughing. Cooper and Eliza started a conversation of their own. "So, which dog's yours?" Lucas asked while looking around at all the running K9s. I whistled for the Burmese rolling in the grass. She struggled to her feet and torpedoed toward us.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Andrius’ heart skipped a beat when he saw the seven fierce fiends. The first one was a massive dog said to have the ability to devour the moon. It was a terrifying and cruel beast. The second one had the head of a bull and the body of a human. Its sharp horns were stained with blood, hinting at its unusual nature. The third was a nine-tailed fox. It was said that foxes grew an additional tail every thousand years, increasing their cultivation and lifespan, and nine tails represented the peak of its power!

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.