Capricorn Spirit Animal の小説・ストーリー

My wolf is Zeus. And before you ask, yes, the school was named after my wolf. When the school was founded by my great great grandfather, his wolf spirit… was Zeus. Our animal spirits are reincarnated periodically. Those wolf spirits with purer hearts and higher intelligences are reincarnated more frequently. The more reincarnations, the stronger the wolf spirit becomes. Zeus has been gifted to the Evans line for generations now. He is known as an ancient spirit. All alphas and some extremely special betas have ancient spirits within them.

I have never been able to control Lycus. He is an ancient spirit, Father told me. He chooses the ones he deems are strong, but he doesn’t recognize my authority, and I didn’t stick around long enough in the pack to learn how to master shifting and controlling this spirit. The only thing I can make him do is not eat humans. But it seems that my only grasp is now slipping, because he’s thundering towards Chiara with his claws fully out, ready to slam her down on the floor, pin her, and finish her off--

It moved with an eerie fluidity that defied its massive size. Pelin gripped my arm, her breath shallow. “Tell me that’s not real,” she whispered. “It’s real,” I said, forcing myself to look. “And it’s not alone.” Capricorn, the sea goat, swam alongside it. Half-beast, half-fish, its spiraling horns cut through the water with terrifying grace. Its muscular upper body merged into a powerful, scaled tail, propelling it forward like a nightmare from the depths of the ocean.

KEITH'S POINT OF VIEW I appeared back to my room. I sighed as I thought about what had happened today. I thought about her. That young girl. I sighed again and rubbed my temples. 'Don't think too much Dante,else you'll get a headache, and you know what happens when you get a headache, right?' Circe said. Circe is the name of my spirit animal which was a wolf. And yes, I know what will happen when I get a headache. She will feel it also. The lady. I sighed. I remembered Derek. He only wants to get revenge on me with her. I laughed at this thought. Derek is really funny. Well, I don't even care about her. So does Derek. He also wants her powers. Well, whatever.

"They’re spirit animals. You can draw a card and see what your spirit or totem animal is." "I’ll do that first, then," I said. She laid down the cards, and I picked one, not really feeling anything special. It was just the second card down the line, and two is my favorite number. Erin turned it around, revealing a wolf. "That’s funny; Orion got a wolf too when he was young. It symbolizes loyalty, wisdom, and leadership. But sometimes when people draw a wolf, it's because of a wolf's intuition to feel danger, and it could be a sign that you feel threatened or untrusting of someone."

His soul was not a lighthouse like mine. But it was when I looked over those gleaming shoulders of light that I saw, and I felt... There were two mountains very far from each other. No, not mountains. An animal with a head and syrup of enormous size. My protective spirit. Higher than any creature I have ever found there, bigger than the giants who protected the castle of Hyenna. A Cerastes, a horned viper, in colossal size.

He approached them and knelt down. "Good day to you Prince Arthur and King Bartholomew!" he greeted openly. "You're Ammon, aren't you?" asked the King. "Yes your majesty, I am Ammon with taurus zodiac sign." replied Ammon. "Good day to you too Ammon, I'm glad you came early. You'll be able to stand!" Prince Arthur ordered. "What is the special ability that the Celestial Spirit King gave you?" asked the King. "The Celestial Spirit King granted me the with unparalleled strength!"

Ronan leaned forward, “A curse? You mean to tell me his strength comes not from training or bloodline, but witchcraft?” “Not witchcraft alone. A curse older than any of you. He carries two wolves where there should be one. His Alpha wolf, strong as expected. And a second… feral, unnatural. A rogue spirit that wakes beneath the full moon and breaks him from within,” killian slammed his fist on the table, confusion and anger rolling in his eyes, “Two wolves? Impossible. No man or wolf is capable of holding two spirits!” “And yet he does, " The Seeress replied rather calmly, "He should not. He was never meant to. One wolf belongs to him, the other was torn from its rightful vessel at birth,”

“I’m just building up my courage. But I do want to know.” “We’re going at your pace, but you need to be honest.” He gently reminded her, and she nodded. “The snake is my spirit guide. Betty is an Osage copperhead, paying tribute to my family heritage and my grandmother. She told me that the snake would guide me, transform me and make me strong.” “Has it?” she asked quietly as his hands moved into her hair. “It has. I have found a snake or snakeskin just about every time that I’ve made a major decision or change.”

It was Zephyr, an elder of the pack known for his wisdom and connection to the spirit realm. Zephyr approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and ancient knowledge. "The path ahead is treacherous," he warned, his voice carrying a haunting echo. "But the spirits whisper of loyalty and strength within our ranks. Seek their guidance, and you shall find the way." His words struck a chord within us, reminding us that our fight extended beyond the physical realm. The spirits had always played a role in our pack's journey, offering guidance and protection in times of need. We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence.