Familiar Spirit Animal Novels & Stories

“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

“So many new terms. What’s that now?” “All witches have a magical animal spirit that guides them. Malphus is your animal spirit guide. He has some powers that will help you in guidance and protect you. You have to communicate with him.” she explained and looked at the grandfather clock that chimed. Its hour hand was on three p.m and I realized that it was already afternoon. “My time is done here. Remember what I told you, Avery. All those tormented souls are dependent on you. I know you will make the right decision.” she said and I watched as her body slowly turned translucent until it was completely transparent and she faded into thin air like she never existed.

How nice, she thought, to live so close to a place where you could shift and run any time you wanted to. Her legs ate up the ground as she ran unfettered, weaving in and out among the trees, feeling the kiss of the wind on her fur. Overhead, she heard the songs of the many varieties of night birds that made their homes in this wonderful place nature provided. She noticed the small animals inhabiting the place - raccoons, porcupines, even armadillos gave her a wide berth. She wanted to tell them she meant them no harm but fear of the wolf was in their genes. Since she'd left home three days ago, she hadn't been able to shift. She'd been too focused on getting to Calderwood, finding a place to

I looked at the pup’s name tag and cringed. Does she not realize that her dog is a French Bulldog and not an English Bulldog? Somebody needs to pray for that child, and it won't be me.

she added, with a shrug, “I wanted to be a little dramatic.” I laughed, and it felt good to do so finally. I felt as though I’d been wound tighter and tighter, and laughing released some of the tension, just a little; just enough that I could breathe again. Wolves were often spiritual creatures, linked as intrinsically as we were to the folklores and rituals of our ancestors, passed down from the Spirit Warriors of old. It seemed, however, as though the Amethyst Sun pack took this to a new extreme, and I found myself interested; I was curious as to how much stock one could put into practices such as tea leaf reading.

“How can I do that?” “I heard that there are two types of wolf spirits—some are diplomatic, while others are driven by instinct. Luckily, I ended up with the first one.” “Can I talk to it?” “Have you tried?” “I don’t know how.” He sighed, “That was the problem our forefathers failed to do. Like the animals that took over them, they were also guided by instinct in their human forms.” “About that, how did it start?”

My cousin might not have recognized me through the fur I maintained when I had shifted upright. After this night and seeing my mother, what the heck, he's bound to put two and two together, I decided. I shifted completely, rising to two legs, becoming fully human. Slowly, I reached out to put a hand on Running Elk's shoulder. I could hear my cousin's heart beating furiously as I gently pulled the thick piece of deadwood from his slackening grasp. "Looks like we both met our spirit animal tonight, cuz," I nervously joked. Somehow I didn't think my mother's ghost qualified for the spirit guide my cousin had come out to find.

And immediately he saw Zara'm his anger was trying to slow down but he was personally pushing himself to get back to his anger mood. So it was a shock to Zara'm, when she stepped in and saw Mikel in his werewolf form trying to demolish the people. And she can see that immediately Mikel set his eyes on her he fell down and covered his face with his hands as his transforms back to a normal human. Besides Zara'm already knew that something is wrong, just immediately Wisdom fell on the ground. She knew that it is the dark spirit of anger that has returned to his body to use him again.

My gaze sharpening slightly as I let my power slip through the facade I build around me. I let him feel, let him taste it. “Fox spirits have different categories, just like how there are normal wolves and ones born with alpha blood in them. Lesser foxes are spirits that never make it past their first few centuries, they chase chaos, feed on scraps of power, and they don’t tend to last long”I say grimly as a soft breath leaves me. “While my kind, we were different.”I say as I take a slow step, but not towards him just shifting, grounding myself in what I am.

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.”