Novel & Cerita Blue Spirit Wolf

Mom was furious and dad thought it was funny because I got caught. “Spartan do you know anything about the blood red wolf?” “I never met one but I did hear they had some special ability.” “Let me guess, you don’t know what the ability is.” “Nope, sorry Avery.” Just how old is this curse that not even Spartan knows anything. He told me he is about nine hundred years old and I am his seventy-seventh human his soul has merged with. So he’s up there but not old enough to know much about the blood red wolf.

if it really is the she wolf you saw that we all saw she is marked by another so that can not be! (( I AM NOT MISTAKEN! THEY MUST HAVE FORCED HER TO TAKEN BY ANOTHER OR SOMETHING BUT SHE IS MINE! AND I WILL HAVE HER! THE NEXT BLUE MOON IS THREE MONTHS AWAY AND WE WILL ATTACK AND TAKE HER EVEN IF IT MEANS THE DEATH OF SOME OF THEM! ON THE BLUE MOON IF I HAVE HER AND BITE HER AS HER DESTINED MATE!THE MARK AND THE MAN SHE NOW BELONGS TO WILL BE NO MORE AND MINE WILL TAKE IT'S PLACE! UNTIL THEN KEEP SCOUTING THEIR BORDERS, IF SHE COMES OUTSIDE OR CLOSE TO IT ON HER OWN TAKE HER AND BRING HER TO ME UNHARMED! ))

A black Obsidian scrying mirror lay on a felt cloth in the middle. “Come and sit down” Perla pointed to the chair opposite her. Alpha Gray obeyed and pulled out the chair and sat down. “Now, do you remember when I told you about the rare occasion of a blue moon falling on the turn of a century?” Perla asked. “Vaguely” He smirked and gave her a friendly wink. “Well, there was a blue moon on the last turn of the century, and an Ice wolf was born.” Alpha Gray’s eyes widened, and he straightened himself upon the rickety wooden chair.

The chiming of a clock sounded from out in the hallway. "But what the fae hadn't realised is that a wolf's strength is dependent on their environment. My lands are dangerous; even the weaker creatures could take down a wolf. As a result, my wolf is different." He paused, swirling his drink, "for a long time, I desperately tried to hide him because my people were terrified of what we might do. On my nineteenth birthday, I woke up to find that I had slaughtered my entire court." A log cracked in the grate, and Sapphira twitched her whole body tense.

She slowly start eating and felt nauseated. Zayn also picked his plate and start eating the food which was lunch to him. "Don't lose hope. I am sure he will be back. I am sure that wolf spirit is seeing everything." He softly smiled. Wolf spirit was one the sons of the moon goddess that was the god of wolves. It is said that he was the most handsome man on the earth with great powers. In ancient tales of wolves, there was always his stories of how he protected them from destructions and he was the one who let the wolves to shift to human form. He also gifted some wolves to be great worriors and leaders known as Alphas and some with great strategic planning known as betas while some with magi

Aa suspected, he peered at me with a confused look in his eyes, the wrinkles by the corner of his eyes became more prominent as he squinted. My lips twisted in their own accord in disgust, a spiteful hate and I had only known him for barely an hour. “We have conducted searches around the pack, there hasn't been any suspicious activities, and the humans and werewolves here have been in their best behavior. I made sure of that.” “You made sure of that huh?” I questioned not believing a word he had spoken, “So you're telling me there are no rebels in Crystal Blue pack?” He nodded his head once again with an eighty percent certainty, he wasn't as sure as he wanted to pass off to be.

I looked at him in surprise, no one had ever told me that my father had a couple. “It turned out that she was thirty-two then, and she was ill with wolf fever,” he stopped, poured more glasses, drank, turned away, looking somewhere into the distance, beyond the trees of the forest. Yeah, wolf fever is a piece of crap. In the age of high technology, they still cannot cure it, they only help to prolong life for a year or five to seven. Who cares. Scientists have long found this muck, it lives in every body of werewolves, only for someone it is dead in an inactive state, and for someone ... Yeah.

“I know. Your soul is bound to a divine being.” My breath caught. “That’s right,” I said, exchanging a glance with Zevarion. “I cannot remove the wolf within you,” she continued, her voice a gentle breeze, “but I can perform a ritual that will still its fury, halt its shifting, so it can no longer hurt others.” I looked to Zevarion. He gave a slow, approving nod. “Please... I’d like that,” I said. “Good,” she replied, rising to her feet. She crossed to her shelf, an elegant rainbow of tiny potion bottles, feathers, glowing crystals, and flower-pressed scrolls, and selected a small vial. It was filled with sparkling pink dust that shimmered like powdered stars.

I answered back. “It’s complicated, but I’ll try my best to make you understand,” she said as her voice rang in my head. “In my previous life, I was the spirit wolf of the first Lycans who walked the earth. Aside from having differently colored eyes, I also had the ability to separate from my host’s body when in wolf form.” Is that even possible? How can a spirit wolf separate from its host? In all my years as a wolf, I had never heard of such a thing. But I knew Neeya wasn’t the type to spout nonsense just to calm me down. She wouldn’t do that

In the fortress of the Southern pack, the clash between the Mexican wolf gang and the Southern pack had escalated into a full blown war. The Mexican wolf gang, led by the formidable Big Lee, stood poised with sophisticated weapons and a fierce determination. The Southern pack, who outnumbered the Mexican gang, fought with unwavering tenacity under the leadership of Norman, their venomous werewolf with the ability to launch poisonous spikes from his claws.