Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

He has waited and longed for a mate for so long that he would do anything to keep her here with us. “ Until I walked into that cell this morning, I had no idea that you were my mate.” I told her. Wolf spirits are eternal beings that live over many lifetimes and when one wolf charge dies whether from just growing old or killed, the spirit returns to the Moon Goddess just to be reborn again. The new wolf does not have the spirit's memories but the wolf spirit retains all of the memories from his different lives spent. “Morgan” and I have had many long conversations about how his last wolf lost his fated mate to murder. He sought revenge for her death but would never allow himself to find a sec

Intiyago said and I looked down at my man who was sleeping peacefully. "How are you doing this?" he allowed me to say. "You think you're the first. I get it, but you're not. You know the now-extinct Spirit Wolves, the wolves who were said to come from the underworld and have incredible powers?" Intiyago spoke as he sat himself at my feet on the bed. I jumped back and balled myself at the headboard. He'd never been that close to me in my life. The atmosphere was foreboding and the broken presence outside felt highly eminent. Loud and heavy.

I chuckled and looked at him, “I am guilty.” “I can understand but your wolf is powerful among any of them. You need special training to control him.” the Alpha stated. “What do you mean?” “Onyx! In clear words, I saw your wolf. A black wolf!” “What is so clear about it, I mean I know I am a black werewolf. What is so special about it?” I asked him. Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.”

I told him and he nodded and said my father told him. "I'm introducing you to the pack. Doc says this afternoon will be good since they are celebrating the match engagement of two wolves," he said. I nodded and told him alright. "You two can bunk in the upstairs bedroom and mark each other if you are pereche, if you're not, Jay's blood will kill you Jacob so be a hundred percent certain," Mystrel said softly and both men smiled and nodded their heads. They both ran upstairs holding hands and I chuckled softly. Mystrel drank the remaining whiskey and said he was ready and asked if I was. I shrugged and pulled him back out of his house. We approached the gathering of his pack. It consisted of

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."

to respond. “ I’m okay. I just haven’t had sex since we broke up, so it’s been a while. also, do you have bites in your mouth? And did you always know you were a wolf when we were together? And was your brother ever really sick? “ Arron grabs a glass of water and hands me one “ yeah my mouth is a little sore we did get rough and yes I’ve always known Im a wolf I shifted at 6 years old well that is the first time I remember but my mom says all of her sons were shifting since new borns it’s said that makes naturally shift early we are of superior sex and to answer your question no my brother wasn’t sick not exactly he was experiencing his first transformation and he had been in pain longer th

Alistair had fought many more battles than Gary could imagine. The brown wolf was irate. They had found a way to reverse the Dire Wolf Gene. He was back to a regular every day Werewolf. They would pay! Starting with that white wolf who stole his mate. And after him, the green eyed one that took Karen from him. The hate pulsated through Gary's body. It flowed in his veins and in and out of his lungs. There wasn't a part of him that didn't despise every wolf here. He didn't have time to look around the clearing to see he was outnumbered. He didn't know that all but Paul had abandoned him. Gary's cold blue eyes followed Alistair's every move. He lunged forward and tried to grab at Alistair's sh

she laughed and the large black wolf growled low in his throat as he flattened his ears to his head and pointed his enormous snout in the direction of the scraggly blood covered swamp wolf, Mj’s head was beginning to pound so she tucked herself into the soft intoxicating fur of the wolf carrying her. Azreal paced back and forth in the empty dining hall and Lila sat in a large high backed chair behind him as the double doors opened and Ace walked in followed by Sam, and Ed. Tanner and Moxie trudged in behind them each with a struggling captive followed by Dante who was still carrying Mj. All of the wolves had shifted back to their human forms and each wore a pair of black spandex athletic pa

She started before Gray interrupted her directly. "When is the next one, grandma?" Gray reached for the mug of hot chocolate on the small table next to them and slurped the content loudly. "The next turn of the century will be in 3 years. Now, where was I?" Perla uttered with a warm smile. She knew there would be many more questions to answer along the way. "The Ice Wolf." He reminded her, pouring the last of the hot chocolate into his wide-open mouth and gurgling it before swallowing. "Oh yes, this rare white wolf is gifted with supernatural abilities that surpass us original werewolves."

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w