Kurama Novels & Stories

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something, and she hurriedly said, “By the way, Master Wade, Jasmine has an Akita dog at home now. It is a pure breed, and it is really very cute. I think that there is no other good Akita dog breed in Aurous Hill. Jasmine said that your friend gave it to her?” “Yes.” Charlie smiled as he said, “When we were in Japan a few days ago, I brought Jasmine with me to live at a Japanese friend’s house. My Japanese friend is raising a lot of Akita dogs at home. When she saw that Jasmine seemed to like the dog a lot, she gave one of the puppies to her.”

She hissed with an eye roll before moving to undress herself. "What are you doing? They're watching you!" Damien hissed in a low tone, wondering why she'd undress herself knowing fully well she was being watched. Kira ignores him and pulls off her oversized t-shirt and her shorts. "They're ready to attack you fool! Stop talking and change already." She hissed at him before switching immediately. Unlike many regular wolves, her wolf had pure white fur and she wasn't just any type of wolf but an Eurasia, also known as the Kazakhstan with pure white fur that sometimes looked like it had a thick grey on it.

"If it's possible, Restia— do you mind going to 八島 (Yashima – Eight Islands) to find some information about the golden nine-tailed fox?" "Yashima? You mean, 日の本大八洲 (Hinomoto Oyashima)?" Restia asked. 八島 (Yashima — Eight Islands), or the full name known as 日の本大八洲 (Hinomoto Oyashima), is famously known as 'The Great Eight Islands of the Land of the Rising Sun'. It is a country located in the east with eight main islands and multiple smaller islands connecting in a curved line. When looked at from above, it looked like the shape of a dragon, so it was given another nickname called 眠りの竜 (Nemuri no Ryu), also known as 'The Slumbering Dragon'.

Ejima had suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and before she could think, her hands were already on her waist, ready to draw out her sling. She hadn't mistaken the chuckle. They were that of babies, resting inside a brown basket, underneath a tree whose name was not forthcoming. What made her eyes dilate was the creature beside the basket. It was at least twice the size of a dog, with brown rich skin, spotted all around with black. Its tail stood above its body, and the claws were glinting dangerously with the afternoon sun. It had buried its head inside the basket and the children in the basket kept giggling as the animal continued to smear their faces with its slurry saliva.

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.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

Ammon replied. " Ammon, please don't get hurt." Amaria spoke up, and he nodded. They rode away, leaving Ammon behind. 'It's best if I do this in my Werewolf form,' Ammon reasoned as he transformed into his Werewolf form. He was larger than Jareth and Evera's, had dark purple fur, and could stand on his own two feets. He leapt to the ground, grabbing one of the stalactites for support. Then he jumped from stalactite to stalactite until he reached the massive cocoon.

maybe it is the police. Using the handle of my katana, I smashed my window and started to climb out. I was about to jump down when I heard a voice I had wanted to hear, but in this setting, I was terrified to hear. “Yūri… you’re… Kitsune…” Hibiki stammered from where he stood below my window, a rope and grappling hook in his hand.

I turn to Sam and Mama, the other two members of Étoile Band. “And I guess you are Sam and Mama. Good job today.” I smile at them. “This is my cousin, hyung. Introduce yourself, Sam.” Sean ruffles his cousin’s hair and pushes him forward. “Hello, Renzo-hyung. My name is Sam and I play the piano.” The red haired guy says. “Nice to meet you.” “Hello, Sam. Nice to meet you too.” I tell him. “And I’m Mama, hyung. Aikon-hyung’s cousin. I play the rhythm guitars. Nice to meet you.” The shortest one says.