Tenko Kitsune Novels & Stories

Mages from desert lineages taught glass to remember the wind; stormcallers leased lightning to the transit authority at a respectable interest rate. The kitsune? They did not so much build neighborhoods as suggest them. Tea houses that weren’t there yesterday stood on corners with doors that rang chimes when they opened and sighed when they closed; if you went back today, you might not find the corner at all, but you might find a bridge over a creek that had never been there before, and on the bridge, a fox with human eyes who would trade you a secret for a bite of your dumpling and leave you wondering if you’d been charmed or simply charmed. Tengu ran rooftop dojos and taught air the art of

“And how does that involve us?” I turned to Ghost. “You said something before. A mark?” Ghost hesitated. “Yes, sir. The file we dug from their network — they mentioned a mark shaped like a fox tail. Kitsune symbol. Said it’s connected to a woman.” Ghost looked down. “Katarina.” The air in the warehouse seemed to stop. “What did you say?” I asked quietly. “The mark on her shoulder. The one shaped like a curve of flame? It’s a kitsune sigil. Matches their records exactly.”

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

I pick up the bottle and stare at it closely, a small frown appearing on my head when I see how dark it is. “It has been corroded with the witches venom and it will take a more powerful witch’s venom to detoxify the master’s body” “So now we need to look for a witch more powerful than Adeline?” “You do not need to worry about that my lady” she tells me again, “i have a friend who is willing to help, i await his response soon” “This your friend, who…. A small smile appears on her lips, “he is from the Doma tribe and they are known to be powerful witches that associate well with our kind. He promised to bring me the venom from his master”

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.”

"Not unless the hell's grew tired of fire and bred their own chaos into something more... cunning." Alessia is the first to respond. "You said Kitsune. You think she's one of them?" "No," I say, gaze locked on the book, I feel drawn to it in an unusual. "I know she's a Kitsune." Derek steps between me and the table. "The Kitsune are extinct species. The last one was seen over a hundred years ago." I hold his stare. "That's what was said. The Kitsune are a very cunning creature. It's lies dormant if needs be. It adapt. It evolves."

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.

They lie at random, who fell where, exhausted, deafened, and Kit's fingers slowly wander from one to the other, caressing quietly and gratefully. Darkness can't... Keith. One. The only one. Ki-tsu-ne. A syllable for each of her men. Three steps up the stairs to hell. Three steps up the stairs to heaven. kitsune Kitsune copper-eyed - Cunning red creature, sweeps tails, Weaves an unreal fairy tale: Promises January Exchange for compliant May, A soulless photo For tenderness and eternal affection. Grinds small teeth In the familiar grin of the gods, I know - it will destroy, not in a year

A huge fucking silver-furred fox. I step back from Umiko with a frown on my face. I knew she wasn’t a wolf or Lycan, but to be honest, I never expected there to be a fox inside of her. Not only that, but the one I just saw wasn’t a Japanese spirit as one would expect because of her lineage. I’ve met Kitsunes, Kumihos, and even the Chinese Huli jing, so I know what I’m talking about when I say that this thing inside Umiko is entirely different. /“Did you feel that?”/ I ask Baron, and he nods.

“Okay so what is the problem with that beautiful man?” I ask Harlan and Cyrus, slightly pissed off, “Luna, you know how there are Kitsunes and there are dark Kitsunes, the Nogitsunes, right? Well Theo is a Nogitsune. He is a dark fox, a trickster fox. If he showed interest in you, the child of the prophecy, then he probably has something planned,” Cyrus tells me.