Blue Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

The blaze made Logan's eyes sting with tears and he stepped back and they all watched as the bodies of their dead comrades went up in flames. As the smoke rose up into the air, their chantings turned to howls as each wolf began to morph into their respective wolf forms until all around Logan were wolves with different colours of pelt. They raised their snouts in the air and howled with a collective voice as a sign of their shared grief.

But not this new sharper, dark haired, fuller, dark eyed Naomi but the beautiful long white haired, blue eyed, pale faced Naomi of his childhood stood before him. “What the hell? How did you do that?” Peter asked in Surprise. Naomi gave a self-satisfied smile. “The same way I changed my scent and disguised my wolf. As my wolf is a descendant of the mood goddesses wolf, I am a direct descendant of the moon goddess herself, and I have a lot of special abilities. I’ve been keeping a lot of secrets.” She said with a wink.

The question didn't sound right, and I knew I had messed up, but Cameron overlooked it as he started to speak. "All wolves are born with blue eyes, and then they change when they gain their wolf. I've never heard of a wolf whose eyes are blue. Well, except for one legend." He said, I looked at him with eager eyes, and he softly smiled. But that smile didn't reach his eyes. "The Grand Alpha, his eyes were as blue as the sky, and his wolf was as dark as a shadow. They say he was the grandest of fighters. Never losing a battle, his strength was unbeatable. He was so strong that wolves believed he turned to the witches and sold his soul for that power. He was kicked out of his pack and was force

Rage and loss filled my body, transferring more energy into my storm. Ghost whimpered behind me. My emotions had disrupted his fight, and the large gray wolf took advantage, getting on top of him and snapping his back leg with its powerful jaws. Before I could move, an impressive salt and pepper-colored wolf sealed its jaws on the great grey wolf’s neck. Ghost disappeared while an aggressive fight continued. The two wolves were evenly matched, showing their lethal moves quickly.

Later that evening, I went to the town library and used a public computer to search anything tied to my past contacts. Nothing showed up. Then I saw an article. “Lycan Wolf Spirit Officially Marked Lost” My throat tightened. I clicked the link. The article said Lycan had disappeared from his pack. No one knew where he was. Some believed he lost his purpose after walking away from me. “No,” I whispered. “I did that…” My phone buzzed again. Another message: “You stole more than a wolf. Time to return what you broke.” I felt like screaming.

Elder Nehra went on his knees, and so did everyone. I think I was still confused about bowing as I looked at the wolf. The wolf had no full form and looked more like a blurry vision. It was there but also not there. Its color was ice blue, but when it turned, it looked white. I had to blink again and stared to make sure I saw it. The wolf moved to me and nuzzled its snout at me. I reached my hand hesitantly to touch the spirit-like wolf form. The moment my hand reached the fur, the wolf disappeared.

Opposite. The thought anchors itself, and I let it guide me. Slowly, a vision takes shape. A sleek, white wolf, smaller but no less striking. Its coat is bright as snow, shimmering faintly under moonlight. Its eyes—what colour would they be? Not gold. Something softer, more… mine. I picture them as a deep, piercing blue. Yes, blue. Like his human eyes. A strange warmth fills me, spreading through my chest as the image solidifies. My wolf. A white wolf with blue eyes. It feels foreign yet familiar, like something I’ve always known but never named.

" He smiled wickedly. I nodded. "Thank you for the offer Beta Mun. May I ask you a favor?" He smiled, "Anything my dear." "Please don't tell anyone about...my issues...with my wolf. It's kind of a secret. It's why I am living in the packhouse." I said quietly. "My dear, I have no intention of speaking about this evening with anyone that was not present. Your secret is safe with me." He said sincerely. "Thank you Beta Mun."