Galaxy Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

Long ago,” he began, “when wolves were first created by the Moon Goddess, there were two types. The Lycanthropes—what you know as werewolves today—and the Spirit Wolves. The Lycanthropes were gifted to certain bloodlines, and over time, they found each other, forming packs and growing stronger together. But the Spirit Wolves—those are a different story.” He paused, his gaze drifting to the window. “Spirit Wolves are also gifts from the Moon Goddess. But in addition to their wolf shape, they possess magical abilities—powers that go beyond mere strength or speed. These genes are rare—only a handful of families carry them today. Most wolves you see have the typical green or brown eyes, but Spir

Angel sincerely told Mira but she shook her head while smiling at him. “No, you have the right to know what I know about them.” Mira smiled assuringly at him. “Then I’m all ears.” Angel smiled genuinely and began on listening attentively to his mate. “Honestly, I am not familiar with them but from what I’ve heard before, Spirit wolves dwells in the Singarti Kingdom for a very long time ago. It exists the same with vampires and witches but as generation pass, they began to be extinct. They were not hunted by anyone, to be honest, but they suddenly left without a trace.” Mira went on speaking about what she knew about the Spirit Wolf that Angel was intrigued about.

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.

“What are you saying, Alex?” He closed his eyes for a second, as if searching for the best way to explain it without frightening us even more. “Look, all of this sounds strange, but it’s the truth. I… belong to a wolf pack, and some of us have the duty to protect those who possess this kind of knowledge. This book has been missing for a long time, and for it to appear now, in your hands, is… complicated, Scarlett.” I felt a knot form in my stomach. Everything I had considered normal until now seemed to be falling apart.

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

Dust covered most of its surface, and the pages looked ancient. "This came from Elder Rowan's private collection." I frowned. "And?" Jackson carefully opened the book. Several pages had been marked, highlighted, and referenced. His finger stopped on one specific passage. "You need to read this." I pulled the journal closer. The handwriting was difficult to decipher, faded badly by age. Yet one sentence immediately stood out. My blood ran cold. Beside me, Sienna read it too and froze. The passage described spirit-bound wolves. Rare wolves capable of existing partially between the physical and spiritual worlds. Wolves capable of sensing things others couldn't. Seeing things others couldn't. Co

His body grows weaker and frail, but his mind is as sharp as ever. Everest Ironclaw is luckier than most wolves who suffer from Crimson Lung, having caught it so late in life, after he had already lived a full one. He is one of the oldest members of the pack at a hundred and six. His mate returned to the ground thirteen years ago and he must look forward to being reunited with her spirit again. Wolves believe after their passings, their spirits find their mates, and other loved ones, and they run together among the trees for all eternity in the spirit world. Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit t

He laughed, but it wasn't funny. “Well, we serve the Moon Goddess, who gives us the spirit of a wolf that helps us shift. The pairing is done with exceptional care and thought. So, wolf spirits that have lived many lives are usually paired with strong alpha pups to help guide them in caring for the pack. Lower-ranking wolves often have newer wolf spirits. So arguably, our wolf determines our status more than birthright.” “Oh, so it's like tribal things then?.” That idea was oddly more complex to process than anything else he said.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

A growl rumbled deep in my chest. The forest answered. Ancient wolves emerged from the shadows. They were no ordinary wolves. Their bodies shimmered like silver mist, their eyes glowing with pale blue light. Spirit wolves. Guardians of the Moon. The Raven soldiers faltered. "What are those?" The Guardian smiled. "The First Pack." "They return only for the True Lunar Queen." The spirit wolves leaped into battle, scattering the Raven Order with impossible speed. One passed straight through an enemy warrior, draining the darkness from his body before vanishing into the mist.