Naruto Fox Mga Nobela at Kwento

Snow stepped up as she took out her double-bladed dagger. “Me too,” Nayara took the stance of an archer and aimed her crossbow at the fox on the ground. The fox shook its head and the wound on its chest slowly healed. Snow frowned, ‘Self-healing abilities?’ This was naturally not an ability of a fox, but rather an acquired ability. Snow thought back to the mortals earlier and wondered how many of them were taken to create this fox with self-healing abilities.

It makes me wonder what abilities they have. David continued reading. "Kitsunes are the embodiment of fox spirits bound to a human body and particularly known for their trickery. The human and its spirit are one because they share a heart therefore, it is the heart that must be eaten. Their abilities include partial shapeshifting, superhuman strength, foxfire, and an affinity for blades." "Foxfire?" David asked, puzzled. "Pyrokinesis?" "That is what it says but the book is quite old so there might be some inaccuracies."

Justin frowned upon hearing that, he was a little confused as to what the nine-tailed foxes meant, but Justin understood that the creature would take the closest person hostage, but here there was only a white galaxy creature. "That girl," the nine-tailed fox pointed at Karina hiding behind a tree.

Xyla said. She felt increasingly worried. Although Xyla and Stanley were seemingly all-powerful in the human world, they were nothing compared to the nine-tailed fox… They couldn’t even fight against the nine-tailed fox. The nine-tailed fox was the real expert… “Don’t worry… We’ll talk once I bring you to that place…” Stanley had a look that looked like he was strategizing in his eyes. Xyla sensed that Stanley must be planning something… Since Stanley didn’t want to tell her, she didn’t ask further. She nodded silently instead.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

These foxes didn’t do anything without a reason. “Your m-mate?” The shivering fox muttered to himself in the back. “Foxes don’t have mates.” The fattest fox on the left laughed the loudest. “A match made in heaven. The most feared Alpha in the unknown world and the Silver Fox.” Silver Fox echoed through my head. A collection of gasps ricocheted from my pack members as they took a step back in shock. My own deep growl emanating through the forest. “Do not accuse her of anything.” Aiden shouted at them.

I look down at my body with its scraped skin and mud caked in places it probably shouldn’t be. Zak’s POV We had been patrolling for what seemed like hours when we both smelled, “wait, is that fried squirrel?”. I look at my brother quizzically. Just then, I see a shadow behind the waterfall that’s draping down like a curtain. There’s a moderately sized wolf with bright green eyes, “green eyes?” my wolf Beteo says questioningly. “Have never seen that before. Leo, it looks terrified. Maybe try and talk”.

With his long legs and broad shoulders, Nox stepped forward. “I can always make you, Lilac. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that?” He said darkly. Again, past Lilac would’ve been horrified, betrayed even, to hear Nox saying those words—threatening to use his other ability on us. Nox was a wolf with one of the highest pedigree’s our kind has ever seen. That’s typically what happened when two mates reproduced. Any child they had would inherit a combination of each parent’s abilities, which is exactly what happened with Nox.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, hard and unreadable. "You're slacking, Fox," he said, his voice dropping into a low, raspy growl. "Get up. The courtyard needs sweeping before the outer patrol returns." I didn't answer. I dragged myself off the hard wooden floor, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight. I threw the coarse wool tunic over my head, the rough fabric scraping against my raw skin. My red tail twitched once against my calf, a silent display of the fury burning beneath my exhaustion.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?