Feral Spirits Novels & Stories

The spirits of his ancestors, summoned by his heartfelt plea, surrounded him, their ethereal forms shimmering in the moonlight. Dax listened intently as the spirits shared their guidance, their voices merging into a chorus of ancient wisdom. Their counsel offered him clarity and strength, reminding him of the importance of loyalty, love, and unity in the face of adversity. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dax bid farewell to the spirits and embarked on his journey back to his pack, his mind filled with determination and resolve. However, as he traversed the familiar path towards home, an eerie sight unfolded before him. The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity,

The river breaks off into various places as far as the eye can see. “This is the River of Spirits. It’s where the spirits that are reaped get sent as they find their rightful place in the underworld. Some go to the afterlife, which is a peaceful place where spirits can reunite with those they knew in the land of the living. Others get sent to be judged for their grave sins. Their punishments vary depending on how bad their crime was. Some get sent to purgatory to wait to enter the afterlife because they did something to piss Death off, but not too bad to be sent to hell, which is where souls who commit horrible sins go. Those souls get sent there automatically. Souls like my mother, Mags, wo

The guard sneered and hung back in the hall as I strolled cluelessly around. The Blackwolf territory is extremely cold compared to the Whitewolf territory; it was known for its cold climate and plethora of evergreen forests. Although everyone was banned from speaking of the Blackwolf packs, most of the elders of my pack often joked about sending extremely stubborn children to the Blackwolf territory and telling them they were going to freeze to death and the ghosts of the Blackwolf pack were going to haunt them. It worked because most of them changed for the better.

"We are all going out alive." She walked out and all the twenty animals turned towards us in sync. I shifted into my powerful Lycan, as Kai and Everett followed me. "Kill them all..." The ferals pounced at us, and the sound of bones rattling filled the air when I heard the familiar wail of the spirit. My eyes widened as I watched as the spirit reached lower and started to screech and scream until the ferals backed away and then completely disappeared. The spirit turned towards us, its body rattling in the wind.

Together with the healer and a select group of trusted pack members, they ventured into the depths of the forbidden forest, where the veil between their world and the realm of the ancient spirits was thinnest. As they entered the ethereal realm, a sense of otherworldly power washed over them. They navigated treacherous landscapes, encountered enigmatic beings, and faced tests that probed the depths of their determination and sacrifice. Finally, they arrived at a sacred sanctuary—a place where the ancient spirits whispered their secrets. A towering figure, their faces obscured by the brilliance of their presence, materialized before them. They were the Guardians, protectors of the spiritual r

Downer, in the afternoon I read books in the library and in the evening I practice magic until the wee hours of the morning. From what I read in the book, there is knowledge about the 6 Dragons and 6 Spirits overlord magic. At the beginning of the creation of the world, 6 main Spirits and Dragons were created respectively. Spirits have the basic elements of magic such as Water, Fire, Wind, Earth as well as black and white magic. Spirits are placed in parallel worlds because their population increases with the addition of humans. Spirits don't have a physical body, so they don't reproduce nor can they exist in the human world without a physical body.

Preparations are underway, I mentioned how this was basically my favorite holiday over and over again to Luke. Noctis Selenist, Noctis for short is a primal festival done to honor the wolf spirit and release power from the moon back into the werewolves. On Noctis emotions run high and the wolves are their most one with nature, giving into their primal instincts which means, hunts, ritauals, rites of passage and a lot of eating and drinking.

I heard my own breathing. "What happens if it gets bigger," I said, even though I already did not want the answer. "If he shifts again without anchoring, the hole grows with it." She said it plainly, no softening, because Vera was not a woman who softened things. "If the hole grows large enough, what lives on the other side will come through. Spirit wolves. Old things. They are not like our wolves. They have no pack instinct, no restraint. They follow hunger and nothing else."

The land groaned beneath us, as if caught between two gods tearing pieces from its skin. But she kept laughing. “You don’t understand, child,” she crooned. “Your power rises from emotion, and emotions burn out. Mine feeds from the dead.” She snapped her fingers. The air thickened, then ruptured, shadows pouring from invisible cracks like spilled ink. They writhed across the ground, taking shape, forming jagged figures. Spirits. Remnants. The tortured souls Agatha had bound in her exile. They lunged. I blasted one apart with pure light, but two more formed in its place. A third wrapped a skeletal hand around my ankle. Another clawed at my shoulder. Their screams echoed inside my skull.

My knees ached against the cold stone as I knelt before him in his chamber, my heart racing with a mix of dread and forbidden anticipation. Tonight was the mating ceremony, the sacred rite where the Moon Goddess would whisper my true mate's name into the winds, binding our fates under her watchful eye. But in our pack, traditions ran deeper than divine will especially for a lowly omega like me. Aurora, the quiet one, the untouched prize at twenty-two, with my soft curves and wide hazel eyes that betrayed too much.