Nine Tailed Fox Eyes Novels & Stories

Stanley and Yaksha couldn’t help but squint. They followed the light and saw a white fox tail on the ground not far away from them. It was covered in blood and looked like it had just fallen off. Yaksha seemed even more shocked as he quickly took a few steps back. “That must be the demon fox’s tail. Nine-tailed foxes have nine lives. Each time they die, they’d lose a single tail. It means that it had already died once.” With that, Yaksha looked at Stanley in excitement. “This means that somebody saved the children! No, to be more accurate, it might be another demon or a god.

he added again. Justin could die of curiosity at this, he already knows what a nine-tailed fox looks like, but why isn't the creature showing its shape now, has there been a change in the shape of the creature? Justin's two eyes could see the nine tails hovering, pitch black with glowing red stripes as if there was a demonic aura emanating from the tail. "What's that fox tail?" the monologue. Justin still doesn't understand. Judging from the tail alone, it's very scary, especially when it comes to body and face.

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?”

“How does that answer my question?!” “He can’t answer your question.” Fury scoffed, rolling her glowing blue eyes. “Because he isn’t allowed. But if you just think about the watch, and—” “Fury!” “For fuck’s sake, Gujin. I hate foxes. You know you have nine-tails … nine! You can’t tell me one of them doesn’t have a dingleberry hanging from the fur.” “Such a poor attitude … it’s unbecoming.” Gujin glanced over at her.

Curiously, Ferox did not point towards his eyes but towards the center of his forehead. A small part of his forehead then started to tear vertically. An eye started to emerge and slowly opened, the third eyelid opened after, revealing an eye with an X-shaped pupil. Different from Ferox's main eyes, this eye was not crimson, the pupil was deep black, the darkest black you could imagine, the iris was yellow or golden with large holes like those of a pumice stone. I could hardly breathe as I started at the eye. The X-shaped pupil was pulling me inside of it, I could feel the sensation of falling as my surrounding started to darken.

Who was it? I closed my eyes and, just like that, I could see her. It was as if my mind had somehow made space for her, opening up and giving her the space she needed. Her fur was bright red, like leaves in fall. She had black paws and a white-tipped tail that swished happily from side to side. But it was those amber eyes that caught me by surprise. They sparkled with intelligence and mischief in a way that felt strangely familiar. But… It was a fox!

Dylan counters as he took very cautious steps towards me as it tibget a good look at me. I let him. I needed someone else to look at me and realise that I was not crazy for thinking this way and was actually very grateful that I had him here to see things as raw as I felt them I didn't hold back and let him see hist how affected I was. From the way, my eyes shifted from gold to its original brown, to the way my claws came out and went back in, to the way my fangs elongated and went back. Even the way my nose, changed in between the human ones and it's tiger appearance.

"Why the hell are you all glaring at me? I can't afford another mad hound going feral in my territory." A short chuckle slips from Darren, and like dominoes, the tension cracks. The others laugh - lightly , nervously. Even Alessia smiles. But I don't. Not yet. It's obviously the first time Derek reacts visibly rattle. Alessia steps closer, her voice quieter. "What is a Kitsune? Really?" I turn to her slowly. My gaze drifts back to Raven, her breathing shallow, the book still on her chest. "The Nine-Tail Fox," I say.

(TRASHED HOPE) “FASCINATING.” The word she utters under her breath and almost a whisper, as she sits cross leg and comfortably unto the nothingness and stares intently unto the scene as the play goes. “Misha, run!” With the peculiar being into the world she is now dwelling, yet a common demon from her original world. The powerful fox, mythical and perfect with his nine-tailed and gleaming silver color and blue hue of flame, tells her more than the scene could ever be.

She saw a humongous fox with nine tails fighting a bunch of half-human and half cow. "Minotaur?" She murmured. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw the nine-tailed fox was not giving its best to fight. It seemed that it was protecting something from the minotaur. She also noticed that the nine-tailed fox had a big would on the side. She felt pity for the nine-tailed fox but she still needs to eradicate it because maybe it will impose a threat to humanity. So she decided to eradicate both of them but she stopped when she saw a tiny pup behind the nine-tailed fox. Then she understood that the nine-tailed fox was a mother and it was just protecting its pup.