Nogitsune Kitsune Novels & Stories

But Elder Alistair just shook his head at me, pity in his eyes. “According to pack law, any werewolf without a wolf is not welcome,” Elder Alistair continues, and I feel my eyes begin to burn as tears well up in my eyes. “This can’t be right!” I hear my mother say as she comes to the front. “Try again! There must be something wrong with the stone.” “Are you saying that my test isn’t to be trusted?” Elder Alistair asked her, his brow furrowed angrily. “Freya is like any of us,” my mother insists, grabbing onto my father’s arm. “She is one of us, our daughter, our family—“

Yosef-hyung ordered. “There is Bacchus, he’s bald with a moustache. He’s the one in charge of them. Atlas, tall and dark with long hair. Then Minotaur, muscular but short. Another one is Cupid, a pretty boy with red hair. And lastly, Pegasus. He has a scar on the forehead.” Tristan stated. “It’s funny that their aliases goes along well with Olympus.” Miko joked. Yosef-hyung glared at him and he kept his mouth shut. He continued typing on his laptop. “Got it, hyung.” He said.

I tightened my hold on Lilith. The healer sighed softly. "We'll do everything we can, Alpha." "Everything isn't enough." My voice rose. "Nothing must happen to her." The desperation in my voice shocked even me. The healer's eyes softened. "We'll save her, Alpha." "Please." The word slipped out before I could stop it. And suddenly, everyone in the room became even quieter. Because they had heard it... The Alpha was pleading. For a girl everyone knew as a wolfless nobody.

One second he's a green man and the next he's a green dragon flying away. The laughter hits hard. It's so bad I have difficulty breathing. Brittlemortis. Oh my goddess the laughter hurts my belly. As an eagle shifter I have few abilities compared to other shifter species. One thing I can do is control pigmentation with my magic and the other is calling up a turd when needed for launching. That's about it. Happily, when dealing with a dragon, controlling pigmentation appears to be enough. Splashing him with turds is a bonus.

I tore at the mud with desperate fury, as if I could rip the girl back out of the nothingness that had swallowed her only moments ago. Beside me, Noctis carved deep trenches into the earth with his massive claws. My dragon’s furious growl shook the battlefield so violently that nearby soldiers abandoned the area, fleeing from the destruction they feared he was about to unleash. She’s not there, Zade. Digging won’t bring her back. Noctis’ voice thundered through my mind like a storm. Yet beneath it lurked something I almost never heard from him. Cold unease. Shut up! She has to be there! She was standing right here! I snarled back, throwing another armful of mud aside.

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me in a questionable manner. “Yeah, that’s fine.” It sounds like he is just an old human... nothing to be jealous about... That’s what I said a few days ago. But as I looked around the shrine grounds where we were at, my jealousy tried to creep up again. Near us were small statues of foxes with many tails, and Samantha was looking at them in interest. “Kitsune.” She mentioned to me. “In Japan they are demons who like to play pranks on humans, but they also help to guard and protect those who show them respect and give them a safe place to rest.”

The prints look like humans, but it has a missing toe on each side. Something crept through Ejima’s stomach, making the hair on her skin stand. She had heard tales of creatures with missing toes back in the village. Her uncle had told her scary stories of how these creatures offended the gods and were destroyed from the surface of the earth. Every story she had heard always painted the missing toe creatures like some mystical beings that do not exist. They were said to be barbarians who fed on anything that had meat. Go back now that you have the chance. A voice warned in her head but Ejima dismissed it. She unbuckled her sling from her waist and picked out three stones from her pouch. She m