Novel & Cerita Galaxy Spirit Wolves

- Are there such places of power in every flock? - No, Liushka. Aldeady no. Before, when we first moved to this planet, there were more sources, but they are weakening. And many flocks have now settled not according to the principle - closer to the source, but for the benefit: deposits, forests, water resources. So the time will come when the springs will completely dry up. - I remember my mother told me that werewolves came from another world, but these are just stories. And like on our home planet ...

Two giant wolves that are very big, bigger than human, their color was white and black, and they are the one that was sliced into two by psyraid in the control room. But they come back to life? how manage?, yes they came back to life because they are also supernatural wolves that have healing abilities which Kambiri and the men on black didn't get to notice. Therefore these Wolves have healed back and come back to life, and just to encounter Mikel, Wisdom, and Stella who are not strong enough to stop the wolves not to chew them. And the wolves were hungrily staring at them with red their red eyes

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Antigonus saw Circe's every move. He smiled to himself at the sight of her hiding not far away, and pretended not to know anything as he stood there waiting. Since she was trying to test him, he would have some fun with her. Just then, a growl blared from deep in the woods. Antigonus turned to look and saw two enormous figures charging over at the speed of lightning. They were, of course, the Wind Spirit Wolves. The Wind Spirit Wolves were the most commonly-sighted creatures in the Nine Continents, often living in packs. They were about ten to fifteen meters long, and their powers were around the Martial Saint level.

"My wolf is different. I have a red spirit wolf, so it's not so easy to find my match. Although when we finally meet, Father says it's one of the rarest werewolf matings and we would have a special place in the Avalon leadership, not just any pack." I watch her quietly. A red spirit wolf is one of the wildest types. Most shewolves are blue, purple or yellow. Red spirit wolves are mostly radical. That should explain her ecstatic and loud behaviour. A knock sounds on the door and a young boy about twelve comes in to call us that the General wanted to see us. Down in the foyer, I walk up to him to say goodbye, unsure of when we will meet next. It's unfortunate that just when we start our mating

she spoke to it. It seemed to understand as it came forward. She felt her mind link being broken into. Was this wolf trying to mind link with her? Was it a werewolf? “Mica, daughter of Red Mountains”. She gasped as she heard a hoarse voice in her head. Her eyes stayed fixated at the Alpha Wolf’s red eyes. “I am Alpha of the Sprit Wolf’s Pack”. It felt like a dream to Mica. Spirit wolfs? What did they want of her? To send her on an assignment?

We got a new set of wolves to join us later as we arrived at the spirit land boundary. I always had it in mind to check out this spot but my busy schedule never allowed time for it. Even when I began having issues the week before, I should’ve thought my problems were born here, but I didn’t. We arrived to face an army of angry rogue wolves surrounding the spirit land. Denver had smelt us coming, just like I expected. He insisted my convoy stay outside the boundary if we needed to have a conversation, and I agreed on the condition that we would both have just one wolf with us.

Scene 1: Beneath the Rebirth Moon The Rebirth Moon loomed enormous and alive, casting silver and crimson light over the Sanctuary. It shimmered like an open wound in the heavens, its pale glow fractured with veins of red, as though the universe itself held its breath. Wolves from every surviving pack had gathered here, seeking refuge and unity in the wake of endless wars. Light wolves with glistening ivory fur mingled uneasily with the dark-furred Eclipse wolves, their eyes wary, their paws twitching with centuries of ingrained hostility.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.