Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

I let my wolf know because the Gray wolf looked like he was tired and barely holding on With a few more hits and growling, Ghost had the gray wolf under his paw, not wasting time he bit down hard and deep on the wolf's neck before ripping his throat off. Pulling off him, Ghost gave me control standing there. We watched as the gray wolf took his last breath.

Left me to claw my way through it alone while he played necking and knobbing with someone else. Some strange person helped me, I’m sure of it. But I’m not sure who. And they reminded me that I was a hundredth-generation Gorde Wolf. The last black wolf born. Not some broken thing he could pity. I crossed my arms, lips pressed tight, letting the silence stretch. I watched him squirm. My eyebrow arched as my mouth remained in a flat line.

I was searching for the last wolf. The last wolf was a legend, a story told to young pups around the fire. It was said that this wolf was the last of its kind, the last remnant of a time before the great change, when wolves and humans lived together in harmony. The last wolf was said to be the keeper of the old ways, the keeper of the balance between man and beast. I had heard the story many times, but I had never believed it to be true. Until now.

The last documented case of this wolf’s birth was in fifteen-fifty-five, fourteen years before the werewolf-human war that almost wiped out our species. Below this, there’s a drawing of the wolf in question, standing on his hind legs, claw-like hands wrapped around a human, his muzzle pulled up in a snarl, teeth bared. They walk on two legs, not four? I look back on the entry. They don’t commit, only say that no one can be sure, since we haven’t seen an Ultima in almost five hundred years, and all we have are accounts from humans who are known to be biased and ‘highly imaginative in their observations.’

Then he spoke words that made my blood run cold. “She is dying.” The three of us froze. “What?” Lupin asked. The priest folded his hands behind his back. “Her wolf spirit is dying.” None of us understood. Bane frowned deeply. “I don’t understand.” The priest nodded slowly. “Hope’s wolf was supposed to die twelve years ago.” Shock shot through me. The priest continued calmly. “Her wolf should have died long ago. But it lived until now.” “How? Why should her wolf be dead?” Lupin asked.

Marigold I’d changed into my snow-white wolf more since meeting Asher than I had in the entire six months beforehand, but I didn’t feel the gnawing sensation lessening any as the time passed by. My brain was churning with the news that not only was my father not dead as I had formerly believed, but he was also the last one standing, the last culprit responsible for the death and destruction that had plagued the lupine species for years. It was too much to wrap my mind around in the moment, and my mates were doing a damn good job with their efforts to get me out of my own head for a while, their incredible physiques burned into my memory from their recent shifts.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

Adalwolf It was dark and I was alone this time . But in a way, I could scent her . She was close . I tried to look for her but as her scent drew closer, I saw nothing again . I could feel the deep loneliness . My wolf howled in sorrow . She left me . My other half . My anchor . Then another female wolf came . She was different . Her fur was black with splotches of white . I recognized her but I still could not bring the name to mind .

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."