Magical Fox の小説・ストーリー

The younger Fae, Jessie, is crouched down in front of me. "A baby dragon!" She exclaims before picking me up. Before I realize it, I'm gently hugged to her chest. I'm impressed. I didn't think children could be so careful with their handling. "And he is so cute! Watch his midnight scales—he is a fire dragon!" "Put it down!" Alina shouts. "You don't know where it's been! It could bite off your fingers, and I sense strange magic radiating from it!" Strange magic? Oh, maybe I have some demonic powers left?

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

“Don’t you think?” The fox lowered it’s head and ears out of fear. ‘F-Fine! Lower me down.’ It said in defeat. “If I allow you to walk, do you promise to really turn them back? If not then Custard can-” ‘Yes yes! I promise!’ I gave Custard a look and nodded at him. Custard came closer to the princes and lowered down the fox. It gave me a side glance. ‘You are the very first Tamer to ever treat a spirit this way! No manners and very rude!’ As my response, I waved it away with the back of my hand as a gesture for him to mind his own business. The fox snarled at me one last time before jumping inside of their bodies one by one until all the princes slumped on the ground as if in pain.

They felt pity for Dakota since she will definitely be crashed. "Fight with my big one first, Dakota." Frederick patted the Cursed Gorilla. "Do well, Monstrus." The Cursed Gorilla nodded. He looked at Dakota and gave her bloodshot eyes. He was about to attack Dakota when a beam of light suddenly made them blind. When the light slowly disappeared, they were shocked to see a huge Nine-tailed Fox! That's a rare spirit beast. Although not big as the Cursed Gorilla, the crowd could feel that the Nine-tailed Fox is stronger than Frederick's spirit beast.

Was that what magic looked like? ‘Mhm. The red threads denote the magic that can be used by Phoenix wolves. It’s for protection and is actually found all around the pack. The silver is from Fae. It seems that this Fae magic is used to create a protection from the elements for this entire area. It’ll also cool the area down or warm it up depending on what’s necessary. Not certain who did this, but they’re powerful to create a design this intricate.’ Phoenix wolves, to some capacity, could utilize magic. That was an interesting tidbit to jot down on the running tab of things that I wanted to learn about when it came to Phoenix wolves.

That’s when I stopped. Too late. They were already waiting. Six of them. Tall. Lean. Their bodies looked human, but they were covered in fur. Their eyes glowed orange, like small fires. These weren’t regular foxes. They were Spirit Foxes—fighters from the darkest parts of the woods. Around them, the air shimmered with leftover magic. One stepped forward. “Rane,” he said. “Why are you running with secrets hidden on you?” I said nothing. “Ugarh trusted you. Did he tell you what these messages would cost?”

he answered. "How come magic?" "Yes, the results of the decomposition of faeces turn into magic, as well as animal or monster fossils that have decomposed by the ground," Oh, so in this world fossils don't turn into petroleum but turn into magic. Suddenly I felt a sizeable magic aura from the direction of the forest. After I looked, apparently there was a group of wolves that were marching on the edge of the forest. I used the detector to find out how many wolves there were, I was startled by a strange energy above it that was gathering somewhere. When I looked at the direction of the energy, it turned out that someone was controlling the wolf.

“Where did this huge fox come from? It wasn’t Rico’s colossus either.” She checked the fox and it was still breathing, when suddenly an orange light sparks through the body of the fox and turned the fox into a man, he has shag wavy black hair and thick eyebrows and eyelashes. A sleeping man was in front of her, he was only wearing pants made out of woven leaves and doesn’t have a cloth on top. His tall and bulky body was lying helpless on the ground. She can clearly see the bleeding on his back. “What is this? Is he a magical creature? How can I heal him?”

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

Every single line of guidance written on those papers the night of the wedding chamber had been something I once said myself. My name was Stocky. Centuries ago, I was the nine-tailed fox raised by the Divine Lord Lucien. After cultivating for years, I became a fox spirit gifted in seduction magic—a harmless little trick that made people fall in love with me. And I loved Lucien so much. Every single day, I tried countless ways to tempt this Divine Lord who had long severed himself from worldly desire.