Novel & Cerita Animal Spirit Series

She seemed to come up with his name on her own almost as soon as I introduced him to her. “Ohhh, okay. Well, what if I tell you that my new friend Klay is Swagga’s human spirit?” I turn her in my arms to face him. “You know how Saint’s spirit is inside Uncle Bronx and Ghost’s spirit is inside Daddy? Swagga’s tiger spirit is inside Klay.” “Codi haf tiger spirit?” She points to her belly and looks at me hopefully. “Uh, I’m pretty sure you have a wolf spirit. She’s just sleeping until you turn seventeen.” I click my tongue between my teeth at the disappointing news.

We are not like them. Shifters are born with their own spirit animal, linked to not only lineage but the individual’s personality. There are so many of us; feline, canine, reptile, rodent, and more. Some are stronger than others, but we’re all a part of our own community. Our own kingdom. All except a few. “So,” I say, spearing a piece of asparagus, “how is the war? There’s going to be a ceasefire?” I say it as casually as I possibly can.

They encountered hostile spirits and treacherous terrain, but their resolve never wavered. Finally, they reached the heart of the Spirit Realm, where the elusive herb grew. It was guarded by a powerful spirit, its presence radiating an aura of immense strength. The spirit spoke, its voice echoing through the realm. “To take this herb, you must prove your worth. Show me your true strength and unity.” Drawing upon their bond, the group faced the spirit in a trial of combat and wit. They fought with everything they had, their abilities complementing each other perfectly. The spirit, impressed by their display of courage and unity, granted them the herb.

Whoosh! Vis dogged the attack like he was dogging an attack of an infant, in fact to provoke her more. And that's what happened — Char was pissed off, and did what Vis wanted, indeed she summoned a spirit — not a normal one though, her most strongest spirit and over that a blue spirit! There were 5 types of spirits in total distinguished by colors, in ascending order, according to their respective powers — pink, blue,yellow, green and purple spirits.

Ivory said the word blessed like it was a burden making air quotes with her fingers, and Magnus figured this frustrated both women. “Well, it says here that some can commune with creatures, others with… Spirits. Do they mean nature spirits or ghosts of the dead?” “Okay, maybe I don’t want to talk to the dead. Not after what I’ve seen. Talking to animals, spirits, or gods. I think Sapphire got the best one.” “But Ivory, it means there’s a third wolf hybrid out there that belongs with us. We have a sibling.” “Ivory?” “Ivory sat there for a moment. What are you thinking?” Ran asked.

“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

My small mouse curled up into my hands. “OH, MY GODDESS!!! ITS YOU GUYS!!!” I jumped and hugged each of them. “I can’t believe it!” I turn to the Moon Goddess and beam at her with tears in my eyes. I mouth ‘thank you’ and she simply nods. I stand up, put my small mouse spirit on my shoulder and take off running. My spirit animals follow as we run through the field of wildflowers. This was a dream of mine when I was a kid, to play with the animal spirits. We chased each other around and I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. “Ciara Child.” The moon goddess catches my attention, “It’s time for them to be returned home. To their own realms.”

I was elated though, and I didn’t really care about the outfit. I had two spirit animals, and I couldn’t believe this. It was weird in my human form because I could feel them inside of me. They were co-existing in my mind and if I really thought about it, could even see them. They were both so beautiful and breathtaking. It was like day and night with one being pure white and the other being completely black. But they both had bright purple eyes and I wasn’t sure what that meant. But they were mine and they were perfect.

“Airis, the messenger of the Goddess.” I breathe out a deep sigh, listening to him starting to read out loud. “She is the communicating link between the Moon Goddess and the werewolves, an ancient spirit who is a wolf-shapeshifter as well. The divinity is guarded by five ancient white wolf spirits. They can be recognised by their white fur and a distinctive pattern running up on one of their back legs.” “Wow,” Fynn blows his cheeks, his head leaning on his strong forearms. “Could that be the Airis I was calling for? My wolf has such a pattern as well,” I acknowledge, looking back and forth between my mates, who are all sticking their noses into huge, old books.

And her voice was returned to her. “Speak,” Mane ordered simply. He needed to break into the Nobility Realm, and felt like he had indulged in this conversation long enough. “I can give you my Spirit Mark,” the Wraith replied quickly. Her eyes were filled with hope when she said this. “Spirit Mark? I thought only Battle Beasts could do that?” Mane was surprised by her reply. A Spirit Mark was a sign of loyalty that Battle and Magical Beasts could hand over to their owners. It was basically like a Soul Contract, but for animals. And it had more stringent rules. Mane was resistant to it slightly because he didn’t dare draw up such a restrictive contract with either Silver or Sasha. But those tw