Novel & Cerita Werefox Tails

At that moment, a fiery red fox emerged from Marshawn. That fox had a distinctive feature—two tails. "Third Granny Fox, you've taken a liking to this body, but what about the others?"

"We needed a plan but I guess this works too." I looked around, observing the situation, and choosing the next attack. Just when I remembered that we brought in with us the silver liquid bottles but how will I know who should I give to? "Eclipse, you got a plan." "Just the kind you are unsure of. I know how to make out who is a shapeshifter." "Really? How's that possible?" "Twin powers work for the best. You can identify them by their peculiar scent that not every werewolf can pick it up." Eclipse explained.

It turned out that he also needed to secure these pack members so that there would be no fighting before we arrived in Lexington. "This is to hide their scent from the elves, who don't like wolves in Qarax." Saelyna is really clever, I hadn't even thought of that. I nodded as I helped her, and when it was all done, we brought it to the table so we could pour it into each wolf's glass. "Maybe you won't like these herbs, but since it's a blend of the king beans I used to grow, you'll definitely like it." I explained to the wolves, feeling sorry for their strange expressions.

“Me my dear, I’m a Nine tailed fox spirit from Japan.” I couldn’t believe it, my eyes went wide as I gripped Eli’s arm and squealed in excitement. “Can I touch your tail or tails they look soooo fluffy.” I asked greedily. He just chuckled and two of his tails came forward in front of me. I didn’t waist anytime running my fingers through the soft fur. I couldn’t help the creepy chuckle that escaped my mouth.

“Little One, you can look now” The man said with a chuckle. I looked up and had to crane my head to an uncomfortable angle because the man was so tall. He smiled as he looked down at me with his chocolate colored eyes. He sat down as the charcoal grey wolf moved behind a tree and shifted as well. I sat back and looked down as something moved under me. I saw the white tail with a black tip moving side to side slowly. I tilted my head before I realized it was my own tail. Another noise caused me to pop my head up looking as another man came into view. He sat next to the first man and looked at me with silvery grey eyes. “Wow, a fox shifter..”

My bones felt too small and my skin felt too tight. And then there was Cendres, leaping in the snow like an arctic fox, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he dug a hole with frantic, excited front paws. His wolf form was slightly smaller than Nazte’s, and his entire body was coated in light brown fur that matched his human hair colour. I frowned at him, my top lip curling back from my teeth. Considering we were heading into battle against the Winterpaw Warrior Pack’s closest allies, he didn’t seem to be taking it all that seriously.

He says with a smirk, kisses my cheek, and backs away from me. /“Are you ready?”/ I ask Ahmya, and she gets to her feet with a nod. I then close my eyes and focus on her, feeling the warmth bloom in my chest before the fox cloak envelops my entire body. I sigh, then open my eyes to a shocked-looking Fenriz. “What?” “Uhm, didn’t you say that you have five tails?” he says, then points behind me. “I count nine.”

In a few seconds, the chains that hold throughout my body melted and instead of three, there were four tails sprouted into my back. All the skin of my body turned out into skinny bones. At this point in time, I no longer looked as a werewolf but a fox. The beast inside me is not a wolf but a fox. I growled extremely, enough that it caused some movements of the house. “Kevin, run!” When the fox heard Porter, he got a slap by one of its tailed chakras and in a split second, he easily collapsed. Kevin on the other hand immediately hides somewhere safe. He also felt terrified after the sudden movement in the house.

BOOOOOMMMM “Agh!” A nine-tailed woman landed on the ground, her body covered in wounds. In the sky, a nine-tailed fox with black fur and black eyes glared down at the fox woman who had landed pitifully on the ground. He, who had initially not paid much attention to this woman as she kept following him, was now annoyed by her rude behavior.

“Is that?” I carefully looked at what became of the prisoner. She is now wagging her two tails and her vibrant red fur is screaming with elegance and beauty. This werewolf is an ancient myth, no sanguis is left - “A sanguis.” Both of us muttered as we saw a two-tailed red werewolf staring at us. A low growl from sanguis made us shiver and fascinated. Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air.