Novel & Cerita Latifa Spirit Chronicles

Right? Then why the wolf spirit was still there while crying his eyes out. He rolled his eyes seeing all his wine being finished. It all happened right months ago when the wolf spirit entered his territory and challenged him to return his healer or he was going to turn the don kingdom upside down. Zeke was not in the mood of fighting with a kid so he let the wolf spirit find his healer wherever he wanted. The search went on for days but nothing could find out. Finally, the wolf spirit cried in front of him and Zeke could see himself in him.

First it was the sound of chaos. Noise. A chaos which Lyra was able to make out to be dancing, singing and sounds of drums from a distance. “What's going on?” Lyra asked with worry filled eyes. “Miss Lyra,” her chauffeur, the man driving her said. “The pack members are in high spirit because of your return” She looked out the window. She was seated in a white Lamborghini while her chauffeur drove. The scenery of the pack looked the same even though lots of things had changed. It was still a dense subtropical region. Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on.

Tristan explained with a cold look. “You don't have any,” Orion said with a suspenseful tone. “It's like you don't exist. We all witnessed it last night,” “A curse? Are you saying the founding families? The wolf protector myth is a curse?” I inquired curiously. “That's another story but for now, we need answers,” Tristan responded. “Where were you last night? I searched everywhere for you but couldn't find you.” “ I passed out,” I said softly. The images that came to my mind were no longer memories I recognized.

Lucian looked at me. You’re a white wolf, Goddess chosen… The spirit smiled. Thalia is special, born to lead and do great things. She is the warrior of all spirits. Lucien gasped and kneeled. Uncle, what are you doing I said, looking confused. He knows, the spirit said, now Lucien, this is not to be spoken to anyone until she has found her mate. And Lucien, do not be afraid of us; we are here if you need us. Thank you I said, bowing, then we turned and left. Blue guided us towards the veil. He stopped, turned to me, and took my hand. Tears started to fall from my face, and he wiped them. I will always be there for you, he whispered.

Born and Returned. Richard stopped dead. The folder slipped from his hand, hitting the wet earth with a muffled thud. He didn't pick it up. He stared at the stone. His chest began to heave, his breathing coming in shallow, ragged hitches. "She was the first one out," I said. I knelt down. I pulled a few weeds away from the edge of the granite. I laid the lilies down. "She was smaller than Henry. Fragile. The healers called her a Spirit-Wolf. Too much of the moon in her blood, not enough of the earth."

---Merida’s POV--- And here I thought I asked a simple question. No, he just told me he was a mixed Alien human… *Wait he said Crustalia planet, not Crysthalle islands or even of earth. He was born in space. So…* I thought loudly not really thinking of everyone who could be listening in. I just wasn’t sure how to say it. “Meri all pure-blooded Crysthalian’s are in fact aliens of earth and cannot be actually aged in today’s standards.” Crispin says as he appears at the doorway to the living room.

They weren’t truly there, and yet—Aria could feel them. Spirits of the ancient Moon Clans. A single figure stepped forward—taller, leaner, her face painted in crescent silver. “Aria,” the spirit said. “You walk a path long forgotten.” “Who are you?” Aria asked, her voice barely above a breath. “I was Velira,” the spirit replied. “I served the Moon long before it fell silent. I died with its last breath. We all did.” Aria stepped closer. “What do you want from me?”

In the sudden stillness, her voice seemed to echo from everywhere at once. “Your children, Lila, are not ordinary divine beings,” she said slowly, carefully, as if each word weighed a thousand pounds and had to be placed with precision. “They are vessels for ancient wolf spirits, just as you are a vessel for Eryndra.” “Vessels?” I repeated, my hand moving protectively over my swollen stomach. “Like me?”