White Fox Spirit Novels & Stories

They arrived at the ceremony venue and everyone is silent. They looked around and noticed several people performing a ritual. They could see Alpha Nero in white clothes and a white robe, he is holding a tall staff, beside him is Riri who is wearing all white clothes. Indeed, everything related to the spirit is always identified with that color. The Werewolves believe that a spirit that is guided by bright or white color, will become a good spirit…on the other hand, if they accompany it in a dark color…the spirit will bring disaster and bring badness, a great calamity.

All whispering. “Speak to me one at a time,” she said aloud, her voice cracking with effort. “I can’t hear you all like this. I can’t help you if I can’t understand.” The voices quieted. And one stepped forward. A wolf spirit, translucent and ancient, with scars carved into its form by battle and time. Its voice was female and low, like distant thunder. “You carry what we could not. That is why we chose you.” “I didn’t ask to be chosen.”

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

A trigger can be a bond forming with a mate, being exposed to danger, or feeling a strong emotional reaction. Gabby’s hand shook as she kept scrolling. Then came the part that made her hold her breath, she felt afraid. 'How to Activate the Wolf Spirit Fully - for those whose transformation has not yet been completed.' Step one- Go to a quiet place with no disturbance from the outside environment. Step two- Place your bare hand over your chest and close your eyes. Step three- Breathe deeply and let your emotions rise. Focus on what you want to know or become. Step Four - Whisper the ancient phrase I call the spirit within me. Reveal what I am meant to be.'

Antigonus saw Circe's every move. He smiled to himself at the sight of her hiding not far away, and pretended not to know anything as he stood there waiting. Since she was trying to test him, he would have some fun with her. Just then, a growl blared from deep in the woods. Antigonus turned to look and saw two enormous figures charging over at the speed of lightning. They were, of course, the Wind Spirit Wolves. The Wind Spirit Wolves were the most commonly-sighted creatures in the Nine Continents, often living in packs. They were about ten to fifteen meters long, and their powers were around the Martial Saint level.

For them they were a bunch of hypocrite that prevented all the people from having a happy, material life. And that's when the endless fraud between the White Wolf's Clan and the Black Wolf's Clan. The White Wolf's Clan was on constant mission to annihilate them, but the Black Wolf's Clan was just as powerful as the them. Until Alexandra, Vee and Monika came and convinced both sides to compromise and make peace. And fortunately, they were able to convince both sides. They knew this peace negotiation was an absurd thing to do but they could only hope that everything went well tomorrow.

It makes me wonder what abilities they have. David continued reading. "Kitsunes are the embodiment of fox spirits bound to a human body and particularly known for their trickery. The human and its spirit are one because they share a heart therefore, it is the heart that must be eaten. Their abilities include partial shapeshifting, superhuman strength, foxfire, and an affinity for blades." "Foxfire?" David asked, puzzled. "Pyrokinesis?" "That is what it says but the book is quite old so there might be some inaccuracies."

Alexander gently stroked my cheek, looking at me patiently. Alexander: When we receive our wolf, it's not just a physical form we can adopt; it's a complete spirit as well, as if there were two people inside you. But don't worry, it's normal. This spirit will speak to you, will tell you things, but it will never force you to do anything you don't want to do. It's like having a best friend with you all the time. She probably waited until you were feeling comfortable before speaking to you… Evangeline: So, you think it was my wolf who spoke to me?

"Sienna! His Highness is a four-tailed white fox. How can you choose him?" "Why can't I?" I shook her hand off and looked down at her. "I am the firstborn daughter of the Moonridge Court and a descendant of the purest nine-tailed fox bloodline. If I don't choose the four-tailed white fox, should I choose that black fox who hasn't even grown his fur in properly?" Sylvia had no answer. She could only bite her lip hard, a flash of poison passing through her eyes. The black fox lying in the corner suddenly raised his head and stared straight at me.