Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

She quickly strode to the other side to speak to her friend. “Well, we’ve got to do something about this.” She was saying. My wolf’s hearing was perfect, so I could vividly make out her words over the music and even the words she was speaking directly to the one called Lisa who stood, her shapely behind facing me. “She’s wrecked.” “Hope you can remember what happened the previous night? If not for the intervention of fate in the nick of time, we should have been graveside mates. And you know how bad she becomes when you try to…'

I say with a laugh as I laugh manically when Chaos comes forward as I grow taller, meeting his eye level. “But I can! I am the last Luna Wolf.” Chaos howls loud and long, causing the ground to shake as roars ring out from around the pack grounds as the spirit wolves come out of the treeline. Moments later, the doors to the packhouse open as the warriors of hell and the hell hounds pile out.

She said as she walked over to open a small wooden cupboard, and took out a big book whose pages were coming out, the cover was half torn. She opened the book, and went through the pages. After almost reaching the middle of the book, she turned it towards me and pointed at the picture. "Look at this wolf. It has blue eyes. They're called the ultime meaning ultimate. They're one of a kind, haven't existed for more than 200 years, and are the most powerful and most dangerous werewolf of all time. The last one was a male, his name was Parker, he existed in 1756, that was the last blood of ultime."

"That man won't even blink." "That's what I figured too. Before you leave tomorrow I need you to asses her skill level. I don't think she has a clue how to fight anything, bet she's never killed a spider." James looked in the distance and took a sip. Lucas glanced at his watch. He wanted to grab something to eat and get a work out in before bed. "She was lost, an outcast tried to eat her. If we were thirty seconds later she would be dead." Lucas really didn't care. No matter what sad story the girl came with she was a turned wolf, the last one they had was practically worthless.

Dead. Yet here I stood staring at proof that it wasn’t. The words surfaced from memory before I could stop them. I could practically hear my grandmother reciting them. “When the Last White Wolf rises, a crescent shall embrace the fang.” A chill traveled down my spine. “The mark will appear before the full awakening.” My grip tightened around the phone. “It will signal the bloodline’s true heir.” The arena noise seemed distant now. Muted. Irrelevant even. “It will signify the rise of the Last White Wolf.”

How rogues were circulating around this area as if the Collins area was their base. Or could it be true? Slowing down our pace as we entered Collins’ territory, I started trying to use Destine’s excellent sense of smell to see if we could pick up anything…. Sniifffss… The smell of the undead… So, it’s true that they hid it here. ‘Looks like we’re on the right path’ Wolf commented in my head as he watched my gestures and reactions upon entering the territory that the Collins wolves, Pearl Collins’ father, came from.

“You can tell them. They are ready—they need to hear it.” I nodded, swallowing my fear. I took a deep breath and looked into the crowd. “Are you sure?” Emory’s voice asked through the mind link, concern evident. I turned to him and offered a reassuring smile. “It’s time,” I whispered back. I closed my eyes, took another breath, and then spoke aloud: “I know you’re confused. He’s coming for me because I am a Spirit Wolf—I am the Guardian of all living Spirit Wolves, the last remaining Spirit Wolf Alpha.”

Thelma, who grinned at my understanding, said, “That could only mean one thing, my Queen.” I could feel my whole body vibrating at this discovery. “The Spirit wolf,” I uttered, having a flash of the being. That purple glorious spirit wolf and it’s magical feet that leaves behind light in the darkness. The purity of that spirit is something… something I cannot stand! “That Dark Blood Rogue is here for the Spirit wolf. That means he has been here in our pack for so long, and we didn’t know.” “I knew that spirit never disappeared that night, and that Rogue knew all along, that’s why he’s here. The darkness can’t stay away from his light. You and I know that well, Chriselda,” Thelma said, chuckl

There were gasps from the crowd as they looked at our wolves. “The original wolves of our kind were called Krosthani. The corruption killed off all of them except for my father and my uncle. I was the last born Krosthani of our kind. My father gifted me a wolf spirit the day I was reborn as a she-wolf, but she was just there to help protect me until I could protect myself.” She paused to let Phoenix join us. She gave everyone a wave, which caused much of the crowd to chuckle. She was definitely something unique and special alright.

He asked her “I recently talked to your mom. Her wolf is dying and wanted to talk to her.” Rhiannon said, stopping to give Keyne a minute to allow her words to sink in. “Wait, I didn’t think wolves could die.” He said sounding a little confused. “That isn’t true, a wolf can die but it is very rare. The last wolf to pass was 3 goddesses ago. A wolf only truly dies when its spirit becomes broken beyond all repairs.” “What does this have to do with me?” He asked.