Novel & Cerita Nine Tailed Fox Killer

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.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

Jax asked even though he had a hint of what was coming next. “We get rid of her. Kill her off. If she isn’t of any use we cast them away but if she has become a nuisance then we wipe them off the face of earth,” he said repeating their motto that they lived by. “Yes, I’ll send someone to get rid of her,” Jax said, ready to leave when suddenly Alastor was struck by an idea. “No, wait.” His evil brain was churning at a thought that would make the death a lot more painful for the ex-assassin.

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

It was almost tragic I needed to have it end. Bursting through the bushes I leaped onto her tail pinning her to the ground. She turned snapping back at me her little needle teeth trying to sink into my fur to reach my skin. Cute try love. I laughed. Andre, cleaners here? Yep. Bring a carrier and some clothes for me. This is going to get messy. Damn, putting your mate in a carrier? They were designed for pups who got out of control but they’d hold a fox just fine too. She kept trying to wiggle out never tiring only hissing and snarling which might have been intimidating for a rabbit but this was just sad.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself. "If you succeed.", he corrected her impatiently. "Alpha Damien is a true blooded wolf" His words evidently shocked her, the expression on her face betraying her. True blooded wolves are the rarest form of wolf amongst their kind. To have no tainted human genes meant your werewolf was the strongest, fastest and most lethal creature in this world. They were practically considered royalty. A true blooded male wolf was more common than the female kind, not because it was more common for the gene to be establish in a male wolf, rather, because true blooded females were hunted down by alphas all over the world. Regardless of their mate status

"You must be joking! How can this fox be a guardian immortal—" Before he could finish, the fox lashed out, clawing at Tanner's face. "Damn it!" Startled, Tanner released the fox, and Chad quickly caught her. The fox calmed down immediately upon seeing Chad. Furious at being attacked by a fox, Tanner said, "You little brat! Daring to attack me? I'll kill you!" He moved to finish off the fox, but Chad blocked him and placed the fox back in Nancy's arms. Tanner, not used to being defied, especially as a member of the Mystic Bureau Nine, said, "Kid, if you want my protection, let me kill this fox. Otherwise, I won't care about you!"