Grey Wolf Spirit Novels & Stories

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

"I was a human once. Like you I too loved a wolf. But he rejected me and wouldn't make me his Luna Lover. The spirits became angry when we weren't mated for life. It's my curse to fly among humans and never be one again. It's my fate to never be dead. If I could get a soul, I could finally be put to rest and maybe I could find him, my Chief Bearpaw in the afterlife beyond the mountain peaks. But I must prove myself worthy before the moon goddess Luna and that has not happened yet." The Ghost casts her form against the sky and a woman with ghostly black hair appears in a long braid. She looks native American and is beautiful like Chief Wolfpaw's bride. "Did you say, Chief Bearpaw? Is that Chi

And that color was also representing their personalities and their roles to play, the white one is cool, gentle, smart, and can be merciful, but don't mess with the black one, it will slaughter and roast you up. The black represents revenge, anger, and stubbornness. With these things that were recently stated above about these wolves, it simply means that they ain't ordinary, they are actually there for a vital role, and they have a vital role to play to Wisdom and his friends. So the wolves are standing dangerously staring at them with their special green eyes, with only the look on these wolves' faces, the black one is already approved to be the most dangerous, that title of dangerous it m

A silly little girl who had been locked away for years. The sensation of Hecate stirring within Chloe’s mind was startling and strange to the young she-wolf. It felt like being at the top of a rollercoaster and the car suddenly plummeting through the air. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get use to the sensation or the fact she shared her being with another spirit but for now that was hardly important. Focusing on her wolven spirit wasn’t going to help her help her friends. Or was it? The golden wolf was demanding Chloe’s attention, pawing at her consciousness as if it was snow. She wanted something, her urgency mixing with Chloe’s own. Chloe assumed that the wolf simply wanted out of her cage but

Looking at the man whose rugged face has grown wrinkles over the years. Grey hairs showing in his beard, yet those eyes. Still the same cold and emotionless. "Now they send you to seek the information? You guys are really adamant." Elora doesn't argue. Pulling a chair, she settles on it. Crossing one leg over the other. "We have to be Daniel. You see the spirit of the death wolf is rising again. And you of all know, we would hate to have that bloodshed again." Daniel chuckles , looking at the girl in disbelief.

My pulse hammered in my ears, every nerve screaming flight, but my feet stayed rooted to the ground. The wolf circled me slowly, each heavy step echoing through the fog, its presence pressing down like the weight of a storm. Its voice rolled through my mind like distant thunder. "Triad bearer," it rumbled. "The bond awakens, but it is incomplete. Threads fray at the edges." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall despite the tremble in my limbs. "What do you mean? We bound fully. The poison's gone. We're one." The spirit lowered its massive head, its muzzle brushing against my hand. The touch was cold, weightless, and yet it sent a sharp pulse through my veins, like ice and fire colli

His eyebrow raised, showing that he was impressed. This caused the shock to wear off the people within the room when a voice from a teacher called out. “What is a Spirit Walker?” ‘Even though I am calm, I’m scared… What should I be doing right now?’ Azrael sighed; seeing that no one had heard the term before. “A Spirit Walker is a term used by Shamans over the world.” Everyone glanced towards the man that they knew to be with Ava. “Shamans are the only ones to walk through the Spirit World and to interact with spirits or souls.” He took a deep breath, hoping that the shock would not kill anyone. “Ava is a descendant of many Shamans; Native American, Celtic, and Viking.”

And for the first time, rogues sang their verses—songs of wandering and return. Aria’s chant carried over the clearing: Moon above and earth below, Bone and root, blood and breath, We offer our wounds, our hope, Let darkness drain, let new life grow. The wind shifted. The air thickened. Moonlight deepened into silver flame. The grass trembled. Children stilled, sensing something ancient stirring. Then, from the trees, shapes emerged—at first only flickers. Then forms of wolves, shimmering with light and mist. Spirit wolves. They circled the glade in silence, brushing against those they passed. One bowed before a grieving elder. Another paused by a kneeling child.

"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

Mary Miller-Parks gripped the steering wheel of her 2000 Jetta driving like a bat out of hell she drove all night when she felt the shift happen. Her own wolf crying from her prison inside Mary’s mind. ‘She is free!’ Ayla had howled pacing the walled up spot in Marys mind. ‘I will not let you out.’ Mary growled back at her. ‘I can find her.’ Her wolf snapped back. “I will not do it. I swear I would not and you know that.” Mary said out load her grip on the wheel getting tighter. ‘Mary let me out’ “I WILL NOT LET YOU OUT” she screamed into the night. Mary pushed her down, quieting her. Ayla went quiet curling herself into a ball sleeping inside Mary’s mind. Mary knew as she got closer to that