Galaxy Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

“Please. Chaos doesn’t retire. We just made sure it has to get through a lot more than one broken girl before it touches the world again.” He relaxed into laughter. “Good,” he said. “Because we’ve got a lot here worth defending.” They looked out the window together. A group of younger wolves chased a flock of glowing, harmless resonance-spirits that liked to play near the tree line. A witch apprentice practiced her first real ward spell, Sybil yelling corrections from a chair she pretended wasn’t there for her bones. Nyx walked along the fence line with a child on her shoulders, pointing out constellations that hadn’t existed a decade ago.

I-I can hear her inside here with me, what is she saying? ** What is your name? ** [ My name? I don't remember, who are you? ] **I'm called Jewel, I'm a wolf and so are you it would seem, how did end up like this?** [ I'm a Wolf Sprite! that much I know, I remember being in the woods and bathing by the lake, then I heard a sound and felt a presence, there was also the smell of rotting flesh, I felt something in the back of my neck then everything went dark. When I woke up I couldn't see, hear, or talk for many many moons and now here I am with you, how come I can talk to you Jewel? but others can not hear me ] ** that's because I'm a different kind of wolf, all you need to do is remember....

"Ah, here it is. Wolves of golden irises are those with great powers to protect. Shadows are powerful midnight wolves. They were created to be assassins for the moon goddess to eliminate any strong powers that threatened their kind." But Chris's wolf is brown with white spots. The next section read wolves of golden iris with brown or red coats are gifted with strength and powerful auras to help defend those who are under tyranny. Chris couldn't be a shadow unless he had a black wolf, but he did have golden eyes and a brown wolf.

He gave me another book. “Spirit wolves,” I read this time. “That’s what our people called them.” “I never heard of a spirit wolf,” I said. “That’s because they are thought to be instinct.” “But you think Elaeya is one?” “I think she’s a hybrid of one,” he corrected me. “Okay,” I said closing the books. “Ball-park it for me.”

If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood? Anaki growled, looking specifically at Shyfter. **Shyfter** ‘Damn! A wolf kills an enemy ONE time, and his Spirit is under lock and key to this cursed collar only few have the keys for.’ Shyfter growled challenging. **Anaki** ‘The ‘enemy’ you killed was a great warrior and tactician, one that our father GREATLY respected. So much so, father only injured him, saving his life, got him out of and away from the war. Then you slay him out of petty jealousy!’

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

All the warriors were conditioned to live life as if they were in active battle so they moved without urgency or fear as we embarked on one of the greatest journeys of our pack. “Let’s end this,” I said. He followed behind me as we went to where the others were gathered. There were over two hundred wolves that would start the operation and we had several backups, all of whom would come after us. We would devastate Blood Moon hard and fast. I shifted. My senses sharpened. The ground underneath quivered with the paws of so many wolves moving at once in the same direction. Blood Moon didn’t know we were coming. Not yet. By the time we got to the borders, their soldiers were just changing shifts

Men and women meant to keep the peace during the day. The horse’s fiery manes began to crackle as I neared. I was almost certain their twitching ears and thrashing tails weren’t a good sign, but I had no clue what to do. I’d only ever been around wolves growing up, certainly not horses. Cursing under my breath, I wracked my brain for ideas when the memory of those creatures I’d freed popped into my head. They’d been surrounded by an emerald glow that Azrael insisted had come from Kasar.

Members of the pack hurried to follow my command, forming a line behind me as more corpses dragged themselves from their graves, drawn by some sinister call. The battlefield was one of chaos and despair, but I refused to succumb to it. My hands shook not from fear but from the surging power that crackled beneath my skin. There were many resurrected, but I was the Spirit Wolf, and my light would guide us through this storm. "Cole, Casper, Carlson, form a barrier with the others," I ordered, my voice steady and sure. "Keep them away from the non-fighters. They need time to evacuate."