Nine Tailed Fox Eye Novels & Stories

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?

And froze. Charging toward her was a massive fox, its body sleek and shadow-black, but with nine great tails fanned behind it, each burning faintly with a strange light, red, gold, white, violet, and colors she couldn’t even name. Its eyes glowed an unearthly crimson, fixed directly on her. It wasn’t just big, it was colossal. Taller than a horse, broader than a bear. Each step made the ground quake as though the world itself was bowing to it.

It could be a hundred feet tall. A huge nine-tailed fox was carved on the stone monument, with nine tails that were as vivid as life. Each tail was a different color and glowed with a strange luster. There was a lush jungle with countless demons kneeling to the nine-tailed fox, listening to the heavenly truth and understanding the impermanence of the world. However, Alex realized that he could not walk further when he reached a hundred meters in front of this stone monument. No matter what, he could not get closer.

The pressure was no joke but the elegance was on point. The one in the middle was the true terror. Just as Scarlette once told me, it was a three-eyed sun fox. It should have been called the golden fox because its fur was literally gold. I'm not talking about golden yellow or gold colour, I'm talking about real gold. The eye on its forehead was closed and the two opened were bright ultraviolet. It only had three tails but they were huge and fluffy, and it was the size of a six-storey building with a few inches.

Soon, blood was gushing out from his wounds. Not far away, everyone had recovered from the joy they felt before. When they saw this scene, shock, panic, and confusion appeared in their eyes and faces. They could not even react in time. "I want to kill —" The Three-Tailed Fox, more accurately the Two-Tailed Fox, wanted to kill Xander badly. Its unique talent was to survive by docking its tails. When the demon fox encountered a fatal attack, it could choose to exhaust its 100 years of cultivation and lose one tail in exchange for a new life.

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'. "Yes. Because forest wyverns are common monsters that could be found everywhere while nine-tailed fox are rare magical beasts that could be found only at Yashima." I told her. "…You do know nine-tailed fox is rare, right? Not to mention the rarest golden one." "I just want to be sure whether is that a dream or a memory fragment." I murmured. "Then… I will take lots of photos with Ruby when I travel there." "…Please don't. It would only stimulate my desire to go there."

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

The paper is made out of ancient scabs of leaves…or something. “Once every few generations, the spirit of the nine-tailed fox reincarnates into someone.” “A nine-tailed fox… what's that?” Troy asks, looking from one portrait to another. “It’s an ancient spirit. He doesn't die. Ever. Only the man.” Troy keeps silent. It's his story to tell, so she lets him. He turns toward her. “That's me.” He walks closer and comes to stand right behind her, his head lowering a little. And she can feel him smelling her again. Then he lifts his head again.

Michael said looking at Gage. “What did he look like?” Gage asked. “I don’t know, he had a hood on, and he wouldn’t remove it, he had dark red eyes.” She said shaking her head. “He scared me, he told me they were going to use a ritual to summon me and sacrifice me.” She said with tears rolling down her face. “Please Jade I don’t want to be here anymore, can't we go home?”