Novel & Cerita The Tale Of Kitsuna

A greenish tea with a soothing aroma. “Good morning, Luna. I trust you slept well. I brought you a glass of herbal tea. The shaman asked me to bring it to you. He said you should drink this to regain your strength from everything that happened yesterday.” she said gently. I blink slowly at her still trying to understand everything. Do I have a maid assigned to me? Why did she call me Luna? Is she sure that she is in the right room and talking to the right person because I was definitely not Luna and just a common breeder?

I kicked her stomach, sending her skidding backward across the dirt. “Still arrogant,” I shot back. We clashed again, this time with claws drawn. Our wolves roared inside us, begging to be released, but we held back. This wasn’t about brute force. This was about pain. This was about memory. I was eight when the sky turned red. Our pack was gathered for the Moon Ritual. My mother, The Luna, stood tall in her ceremonial robe, her silver hair glinting in the moonlight as she blessed the circle. Her voice was strong. Her eyes, calm.

She rolled her eyes in surprise, then mumbled: "Am I dreaming?" “You are not dreaming, this is the truth. This is our werewolf kingdom.” "Werewolves ? Are you the Wolf prince? Oh parents! Then I will be skinned and boned for you to eat?” Elias had another laugh at the girl's innocence. “We actually eat food just like humans. Only a few wolves still have the habit of craving human flesh like before, so they come to humans to catch them. But those wolves were all punished by the wolf king.”

I thought to myself . ‘To long , get up now ‘ the voice again . My mind was racing with so many possibilities , It didn't sound like my mother was the moon goddess herself talking to me was it Selene moon goddess . ‘ No , I am your wolf, my name is Jewel. The moon goddess has allowed me to come early. She heard your prayers ‘

This is my home. “Do you, Kataleya Tamia Rossi, take me, Enrique Ignacio Escarra, as your Alpha and accept the title of my Luna?” Enrique asks. I feel Dante’s presence and see him from the corner of my eyes. “I, Kataleya Tamia Rossi, take you, Alpha Enrique Ignacio Escarra, as my Alpha and agree to stand by your side as your Luna,” I answer, gazing up at Enrique. “And do you agree to take the Fuego de Ceniza pack as your own, to protect, nurture and honour? To accept this pack as your home and your family?”

Walking towards him, I smile. “No, if I wanted to do that, I would let my wolf out to play with you. This is not a threat. You have heard the stories coming out of Venom Fang, about the white wolf who has gifts. Of course you have. How else would you have known she was the betrayed wolf of the Moon Goddess? So tell me, do you think I need to threaten you into anything?” I ask, tilting my head as Aura steps forward with a low growl. The hunter gulps, looking from me to Aura, before he shakes his head and looks down.

He followed my gaze to the woman lying unconscious in the room, his face unreadable. “She’s not your regular wolf. She’s a Kitsune.” The word landed like a blade. I stared at him, stunned. Kitsune? It was the first time I’d ever heard such a name in all my years of leading and fighting. What in the goddess’ name was a Kitsune— and why would one be helping me? “Kitsune…” I repeated under my breath, the sound foreign, strange on my tongue. “You need rest for now, Alpha,” the doctor said quietly. “We can discuss this in the morning.”

You rest in the meantime. Hastily, Amreet arrived with some snacks and buns in his hand. He nervously asked his sister, Didi, Anjana didn't have anything till now? And guess what his sister replied... Arey bhai, just now she had tea and snacks, and I only bought for both of them. Hearing this lie shocked Anjana... Anyways, Anjana had snacks and lay there for a while and finally, they all came back home. This was the first step laid by Anjana's sister-in-law to start the battle.

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”

Maybe the stories aren’t all that far off when they say Kitsune is a spirit. “We can work on it. Find ways to curb Kitsune’s blood lust. Anything else she likes? Or something you do that you can focus on instead?” I offered. A sly smile played across her lips. “We?” she asked. I chuckled. “Of everything you focused on that word.” I sighed.