Nine Tail Fox Tattoo Novels & Stories

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

At that moment, a fiery red fox emerged from Marshawn. That fox had a distinctive feature—two tails. "Third Granny Fox, you've taken a liking to this body, but what about the others?"

Terrified, Scarlet barked to her sisters, "Both of you! Into the safe room now!" Four white, bushy tails sprouted at her back. "Wow," Chu Xun blurted, "A nine-tailed silver-backed fox." A crimson shroud of light enveloped around Scarlet and the sheer intensity of her burgeoning aura thrashed and pitched violently like a storm. Swoosh! Swoosh! She swung all four of her tails at Chu Xun, and they lanced at him like spears. Chu Xun fired four bolts in rapid succession; the energy bolts pummeled at the tails, forcing Scarlet away as the pulses of force from the impacts obliterated the furniture into scraps of wood.

A Celtic knot design graced his arm, its elaborate twists and turns captivating her attention like a labyrinth of ancient lore. What caught Astrid's eye even more was how the Celtic knot seamlessly merged into a delicate rose tattoo on the dorsum of Phoenix's hand. The lines of the Celtic knot work elegantly intertwined with the petals of the rose, creating a harmonious fusion of two distinct symbols. Phoenix, catching Astrid's admiring gaze on his body, turned around with a beam playing on his lips. "Ah, you've noticed Inferno, my Dragon" he states, his voice carrying a note of pride. "He's quite the spectacle, isn't he? And believe me, he's even more impressive in person than ink."

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

- Renata smugly, she finds it annoying that Devlin has been cowering and scared all this time, it's hard for them to talk to each other. Devlin seriously thought about what the girl in front of him had just said and suddenly remembered the old man he met at the old church. “You… you… you are that nine-tailed fox? The fox the old man told me about?" "That's right. I am a nine-tailed fox." Renata did not hesitate to reveal her identity. “And what about Anthea? Why are you in Anthea's body?" - Devlin looks at his girlfriend's familiar face but now she's a fox.

He chuckled, “So you’re a nine-tailed fox?” “You despicable, shameless human,” the nine-tailed fox spat at James. James put his hands behind his back, and said with a smirk, “My friend, Quattro, has been going on about wanting a beautiful wife. You’re quite suited for him. I wonder what the offspring of a pig and fox will be like?” “Obscene,” the golden nine-tailed fox retorted and lunged at James, only to be caught in his grasp. Unrelenting to her fate, the fox attempted to bite down on James’ arm. However, his golden body reflected the force.

This is exciting. I whispered under my breath, "Kitsune." The little boy heard and gave me another hug. I'm guessing that's a yes. According to the legends, a Kitsune is a fox spirit that develops a tail every one hundred years. When it reaches its thousandth year and grows its final ninth tail, the Kitsune changes color from orange to either white or gold thus becoming a divine fox with godly powers. Judging by the looks of this boy, he still has one tail which makes him a young Kitsune.

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.