Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

Later that evening, I went to the town library and used a public computer to search anything tied to my past contacts. Nothing showed up. Then I saw an article. “Lycan Wolf Spirit Officially Marked Lost” My throat tightened. I clicked the link. The article said Lycan had disappeared from his pack. No one knew where he was. Some believed he lost his purpose after walking away from me. “No,” I whispered. “I did that…” My phone buzzed again. Another message: “You stole more than a wolf. Time to return what you broke.” I felt like screaming.

One hand had human fingers; the other was locked into a rigid, clawed wolf paw. In his final moments, his wolf spirit and his human consciousness had torn each other apart from the inside. Wolf spirit collapse. It only happens when a wolf has lost every last reason to live. The wolf spirit turns against its host, choosing mutual annihilation. It is the most agonizing death in the entire werewolf world. I stood in the center of my pharmacy, holding that crumpled piece of paper, silent for a long time. Sunlight from the window fell directly across the room, warm and bright. It struck the twisted handwriting and made it almost painful to look at.

I replied, scooting to be closer to her. “Amoux is a wolf spirit, chosen to live in the vessels of those he thinks are worthy of his strength. He is the Alpha of said pack, the most dangerous rogue wolves in the woods. It’s known that he has killed many innocent wolves from different packs, just to send a message to those who dared challenge him.” I tried to breathe when she read the last part. Margery had put a killer wolf inside me.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

It was a start to wipe away the sun and hatred and to finally let the past go. Alpha Logan was brought up to date and he finally granted Alexa and Felix the time they wanted to talk about the war with Drakoen. He was told about Mercedes, the last white wolf alive. He never thought he would hear abot the white wolves again. He had only heard and read about them in history books. They were in the living room and his beloved sat beside him. She was holding her hand in his, publicly showing affection for her in front of their guests.

" If she's not our mate then who could she be? And if she is then why can't we bite her?” “She might necessarily not be your mate,” Holden replies, returning to his seat with a book in his hand. He sets the book aside and awards us his full attention. " How old are you three?” " Twenty four,” Kirrian replies. “And how long have you had your wolves?" “Since we were ten?" “Good!" Holden says, leaning into his seat. “Your wolf has been starved of its mate for fourteen years. The magic Lysara used yesterday is strong and ancient, unlike everything I have ever seen. Your wolves may necessarily just be reacting to it."

she asked, hoping she didn’t sound crazy to him. “I mean, it is too late to ask that now. You already started” Alexander said to her with a smile. “Well, I guess you are right. Back to my story, they were the protectors of this kingdom. As I said, they were not normal wolves. They were burning wolves, the best of their kind. The last ones to exist. They were killed, burnt alive in their house” she said to him. “How do you kill a burning wolf by burning them alive?” Alexander asked, confused.

And not to mention they thought I was Margaux. Also, the “ceremony footage” Zach had hacked into revealed I had awakened a warrior wolf. Not just any warrior wolf—one that hadn’t been seen in centuries. Female. Deadly. The kind that could chew through history books and still ask for dessert. And Alpha Gregor? Well, Gregor was the last of that breed. The Dark Wolf. So now I was… what? The new Dark Wolf’s inconvenient, younger sister? His accidental competition? His ticket to not getting executed by the King? The jury was still out.

Though the mood was light, there was an undercurrent of something sacred in the air. At the far end of the lawn, the eldest among them was being wheeled into place. His back was hunched, his eyes pale and clouded with age, but his presence commanded instant reverence. Clan members young and old stepped forward to greet him with soft bows and whispered blessings. He was the last living wolf who had signed the treaty with the vampires nearly a century ago. His very breath was history. Ashara watched in quiet awe. She didn’t understand it all, but something about the moment felt heavy… real. A part of something older than herself.

Darius said, his claws came out. “We’ll leave but your mate has to come with us. She is a rare wolf, a direct decedent of our father’s greatest enemy. Her life should be ended because she and the baby growing in her womb are the last scarlet wolves remained on earth. We killed the others. She is the last one and then peace will be established. Before we could process their words, they begun to chant in a foreign language and soon the dark clouds covered the sky, a white fog blinded our vision and I felt rooted on my spot before shifting into my human form and slipping into darkness.