Feral Spirits Novels & Stories

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

Fleeing, trying to get away from here. Beulah went on, urgent to finish. “The Inundation couldn’t destroy them. Terrible scourges and plagues failed to rid the world of them. So their spirits are allowed free rein, to wander and inhabit different hosts. Their purpose is singular, their strategy clear: the Watcher’s goal is to hurt the offending deity by tainting and destroying its creations, spreading darkness. Oblivion. “But condemned, earthbound spirits oftentimes have a tendency to break down the longer they are here. To degrade like matter, becoming incompatible with our physical plane. Becoming malignant entities. Demons, if you will. Spoiled meat . . . the ruination of lives.”

I call out and slice the head in front of me. "I don't think these ferals are from the forest, Master," Saye cried out and killed another before standing by my side. "No," Jippies lands on the other side of me. "Hexia summoned these. Her little army of ferals." "Fuck!" Dominic snarled in front of me after shifting back to human. "There are just too many." Clayton's pants. More showed up, all gathered in one place surrounding us. Fuck! Hexia didn't want her precious pet to die. I need to end this. I step forward and wave my hand to build up the power I was given from the Spirit Realm.

Aeliana, Beta Ceasor's mate, added. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking in parables. Talking of the Spirit world, nobody can see a spirit. Only a spirit can see another spirit, so in the war coming, Spirits will have to borrow a human body, and that Spirit will strive to use the body of one of us. That will be of great help to their world. Suspecting that one of us is a spirit will be rare, and through that, we will be betrayed, and the Pack will be destroyed.” Carissa explained, and they all nodded in understanding. “So how do we recognize a spirit? Can it be in person?” That was a dumb question to ask, by the way. Aeliana thought to herself, even though she had already asked. She was just

The two of them talked for awhile, and then, towards the end of their heartwarming conversation, Beth told her mother everything about how Sunny saw the pale white horse and that she almost drowned because of supernatural forces. Beth’s mother sat up straight as she was very intrigued but also very scared as she said, "Your friend is in great danger. “ She has been marked by death. " Now that she has seen the pale horse, she can see spirits. Some people can hear the spirits in Verona, but they don't see or feel them as much as the marked ones. These spirits are grounded souls trapped on earth, and they will never escape unless they can understand what they did or what has happened to them. T

Thus, he could use his Space Path’s power to create an escape path for his party. Everyone sported horrified expressions after fleeing back to the plains. Startled, Mia asked. “What were those warriors?” She had never been to the Dark World before and did not know about the existence of evil spirits. James explained. “Those were evil spirits.” Curious, she asked again. “What are evil spirits?” James further elaborated. “Evil spirits are creatures from the Dark World. They’re formed by soul fragments and live as undead souls.” “However, these evil spirits are different from those in the Dark World. They’re formed by the regrets of the dead. If a living being dies with intense regrets, its reg

-Ferals- Feral is a term used in this book for half-human-half-animal living beings. They don’t seek royal blood for it gives them no powers at all. It is up to them, if they want to work for the vampires or werewolves or if they want to be protectors of the Royal blood. They are not as powerful as the others, however, if taken under the wings of royal blood they do become useful tools and become more powerful.

the spirit of the world thought, glaring at Blue Firebird with anger. "Because you did something foolish! From the start, we knew you were lying. A spirit of the world without a master, living for hundreds of millions of years, isn't something ordinary. Because, as far as I know, wherever they are, even in the upper realms of the world, they must have a master to strengthen their world. But you…" The blue Firebird raised its blue flames again. The intense heat grew more intense for the world spirit, who knew exactly what the blue Firebird was trying to say. A world spirit that should have a master but chose to live without one and create its own world, slowly declining—that was the most terr

“She’s Callum’s girlfriend.” Floyd blinked, then gave a low laugh. “Biggest plot twist. Bravo, Moon Goddess.” He leaned forward, tapping Rowan’s book. “What you got there?” “Vampires.” “Really?” He raised a brow. “You should be reading up on your own bloodline. The Moonglade, the Bloodfangs… that stuff.” Rowan narrowed his eyes. “The Bloodfangs?” Floyd didn't look up from his book. “Mhm.”

I didn't want to let him go but I forced myself to, reminding my all too happy wolf that no one could be trusted. I casted a wary eye on Lucas across the room. He still hadn't gotten any clothes on and I had to keep mentally slapping myself to keep from drooling at the sheer male power he held. I decided that my wolf must be influencing my thoughts. "I still don't understand why you think we can't trust him", she grumbled. "Because we can't", I replied nonchalantly. "But why..." "Look, do you want us to get out of here alive or do you want to go back to being unconscious or worse?", I snapped. "Isn't being feral good enough for you? Do you want to get us killed?"