Galaxy Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

They exchanges glances, before she speaks again, “The Dire Wolf spirit." "The Dire Wolf?" I repeat. "That's just a legend." "No." Elder Thomas shakes his head. "It's very real. The Dire Wolf is an ancient deity indigenous to our lineage. A powerful spirit that appears once every few generations." "What does that have to do with us?" Kade demands. "You are two halves of the same soul," Elder Margaret says. "The Dire Wolf spirit split itself between you when you were born. That's why you've always been so connected, why you fought so viciously when you challenged each other. You're literally fighting yourself."

The last five wolves were The Giant and his four equally massive brothers. Ty, Trent, Tim, Trev, and Troy (the Giant) Kozlov were there to act as enforcers. If any of the new wolves misbehaved or tried to go off camp property, the Kozlov boys were there to stop them. Arthur didn't think they would try anything, but fresh wolves on their first change were always unpredictable and he didn't want trouble. Looking at the five men, she figured those new soldiers would be good as gold.

More wolves began to uncoil from the carvings, sliding free of the walls like ink coming loose from paper. Caleb’s voice cracked. “They’re the First Pack. The ones who swore the Oath.” Rowan swore. “Great. Tell them we’re friendly.” Ava took a step forward, mask in hand. The nearest spirit-wolf lowered its head, not in a bow but a threat, breath a cold wind that smelled of snow and iron. Its eyes fixed on the cracked mask, then on her. In the back of her skull a voice hissed: Return what is broken.

, and no one could tell him what to do, which meant he got away with everything. On my 13th birthday, everyone from the pack hosted a party for me to come into my wolf spirit. I was dressed pretty in a purple skirt and a white shirt, with my favorite black flip-flops. Mom curled my hair pretty. A way to know someone has come into their spirit is if their eyes glow. This is something that would only happen once to a wolf, and only on their 13th birthday, just to signify the connection between their wolves. Their eyes would glow all day. Afterward, their eyes would only turn black when their wolf is in control of their bodies. The Alpha\'s eyes would glow bright red. A beta\'s eyes will glow a

“Not yet.” And then the forest shifted. A cold wind swept through the clearing, bending the trees, rattling the bones of the earth itself. From the mist at the edges, shapes emerged—phantoms, luminous and otherworldly. Wolves, their forms woven from moonlight and shadow, eyes glowing like molten silver. The Spirit Wolves. Guardians of the Moon. Harbingers of balance. The ancient force Kerric had mocked and defied for too long. Their howls rose together, a haunting chorus that split the night. The ground shook, the air quivered, and Elora’s breath caught in her throat.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

There were wolves let loose on the inside of the dungeon. Guards fell. Blood sprayed everywhere. Madness. This world had fallen into utter fucking madness.

, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.