Grey Wolf Spirit Novels & Stories

Only the dark sky and unbearable silence of the South pack sympathized with her at that time. While Andrea is crying now silently, a light beamed from the back of the carved stone caught Andrea's attention. She saw a spirit wolf walking towards her. "W-who are you?" Andrea asked. Her voice was a bit dry. The Spirit wolf looks at her with sympathy. "I'm the Great Spirit Wolf, the one who has given blessings to this pack since it was founded by the first Alpha of this pack," the Great Spirit Wolf said. Andrea was shocked and didn't know what to react. Looking at the Great Spirit Wolf, there is something in the bottom of her heart hated it, but there is also a part of her that she shouldn't hat

she added, with a shrug, “I wanted to be a little dramatic.” I laughed, and it felt good to do so finally. I felt as though I’d been wound tighter and tighter, and laughing released some of the tension, just a little; just enough that I could breathe again. Wolves were often spiritual creatures, linked as intrinsically as we were to the folklores and rituals of our ancestors, passed down from the Spirit Warriors of old. It seemed, however, as though the Amethyst Sun pack took this to a new extreme, and I found myself interested; I was curious as to how much stock one could put into practices such as tea leaf reading.

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

she spoke to it. It seemed to understand as it came forward. She felt her mind link being broken into. Was this wolf trying to mind link with her? Was it a werewolf? “Mica, daughter of Red Mountains”. She gasped as she heard a hoarse voice in her head. Her eyes stayed fixated at the Alpha Wolf’s red eyes. “I am Alpha of the Sprit Wolf’s Pack”. It felt like a dream to Mica. Spirit wolfs? What did they want of her? To send her on an assignment?

All whispering. “Speak to me one at a time,” she said aloud, her voice cracking with effort. “I can’t hear you all like this. I can’t help you if I can’t understand.” The voices quieted. And one stepped forward. A wolf spirit, translucent and ancient, with scars carved into its form by battle and time. Its voice was female and low, like distant thunder. “You carry what we could not. That is why we chose you.” “I didn’t ask to be chosen.”

The ground cracked beneath me and pulled me under, into something that wasn’t quite a vision and wasn’t quite a dream. I stood in a burning field, ancient and wide. Flames surrounded me, and out of them, wolves stepped. Not normal wolves. Larger. With eyes like molten gold. Trial Spirits. Each one bore a mark on their chest, the same mark I had. The lead wolf spoke, but not with sound. “Name yourself.” “Rory Elowyn of House Velar,” I said aloud, though no mouth moved. “Gateborn.” The flames surged. One of the spirit wolves lunged.

Rage and loss filled my body, transferring more energy into my storm. Ghost whimpered behind me. My emotions had disrupted his fight, and the large gray wolf took advantage, getting on top of him and snapping his back leg with its powerful jaws. Before I could move, an impressive salt and pepper-colored wolf sealed its jaws on the great grey wolf’s neck. Ghost disappeared while an aggressive fight continued. The two wolves were evenly matched, showing their lethal moves quickly.

"Who are you?" "We are the spirits of the antiquated wolves," the circle answered. "The gatekeepers of the North. We have looked after these terrains for a really long time, hanging tight for the person who could hear our call." My head turned. This was insane. I should dream. Be that as it may, something somewhere inside me realized this was genuine. "Why me?" I inquired. "What is it that you need?" "You are the divinely selected individual, Sheila," the spirits said. "The one bound to carry equilibrium to the wolf packs. In any case, an extraordinary haziness takes steps to obliterate everything. You should stop it."

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."

My lips curled into a giggle. “Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.” More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious. He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow. He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.