Grey Wolf Spirit Novels & Stories

‘And that ladies and Gods is why the big one is my favorite. “You’re her favorite, apparently.” I said, fighting a smirk as Draco and Azrael made identical sounds of offense. Turning inward, I addressed my wolf. ‘It’s not that I’m not excited to finally meet you, I’m just a bit overwhelmed. I’m still processing everything. I’d love to know your name though…please.’ I could practically see my wolf’s spirit in my head, her snout held high, and tail fluffed to perfection. The picture of snooty grace.

This was no ordinary wolf's cry; it held an unearthly weight, a feeling of doom that sent chills down their spines. Ethan's eyes widened as he grasped the importance of that terrible wail. It was the scream of the old spirit wolf, a monster spoken of only in whispered stories. The spirit wolf was supposed to be a herald of momentous change, a hint that destiny itself was about to alter. In the dark moonlight, a figure emerged from the shadows, its shape twisting and altering. It was a phantom wolf, its eyes sparkling with an eerie intelligence.

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.

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.

The accompanying thunder crashes and booms, the cathartic percussion racing in every direction for miles. Spirit Wolf, hear me and look upon the life of Ian Gallagher, Alpha of Candlewood pack. See how he has honored the wolf spirit you put in the world. See his love and protection of his mate, like you with the Evening Star. See his devotion to pack. If Ian is lost, set his eyes to the Wolf Road between heaven and earth. Set his heart and paw on the path home. If he is gone, welcome him to the spirit fires, for he is a wise and wily wolf, a good spirit consul. Bid him be patient for his mate will not be long.

She wasn't fully ready to disclose such information to strangers. "It shouldn't be possible." Aiden spoke up. "A Wolf Spirit belongs to a single person. It can't be shared with others, no matter the circumstances." He turned his gaze on Jayce, who stood firm beside her. "There's more to it." Jayce growled deeply, the sound of it caused the ground to vibrate.

"The spirit of the wolf has brought us here for a reason." The clan gathered around the altar, their hearts pounding with anticipation. As they stood in silence, the spirit of the wolf appeared before them, a majestic, ethereal form that radiated strength and wisdom. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its presence filled them with a profound sense of peace. "You have come far, brave warriors," the spirit said, its voice echoing in their minds. "Your journey has tested your resolve and your unity. Now, you must face the final trials and unlock the true power within you."

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.

The type of wolf spirit they possess determine their rank, it actually determines way more than that, it determines their whole lives. It determines the type of person they will become as well, and there are some wolf spirits that are on another level, the golden, the silver and the snow wolf spirit. Having a golden wolf spirit symbolises the rage of the moon goddess, they are angry wolves by nature and are very hot-tempered so when they’re mad, they burn…like the golden ray of the sun. Kayla hate gating mad because once she does, people get hot.

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