Novel & Cerita Link Spirit Tracks

A low, constant pressure, like the entire forest is aware that I walked in. I keep moving. Two hours in, I hear the first spirit beast. It's big. I can tell from the sound — not the sound it's making, but the sound of the forest reacting to it. Everything goes quiet in a specific radius that moves with it. Heavenly Lord rank. Maybe higher. It's tracking me. I don't run. Running triggers chase instinct. Instead I adjust my path — slight curve north, then a cut east, using the Crimson Fang Steps footwork I picked up from a System mission reward two weeks ago to minimize my Ki signature on the ground.

“You make me feel whole... I don’t want to lose this.” Azanlin groaned against my neck, his grip tightening on my hips. “You won’t. You’re mine, Staria. No one else touches you.” I smiled into the kiss, because I knew what he didn’t. When he released inside me again, something special activated. The tracker—tiny, forged by the hands of the Spirit Queen herself—was passed through his climax, sliding silently through his dick and into his bloodstream. Within moments, the bond had formed. Far away, the Spirit Realm pulsed with golden energy as the link synced. They could now read his energy levels, magic patterns, and trace every connection he had to other realms. It was working.

The scent of his partner was scattered everywhere, he did not know where exactly. He saw Raice catch up with him and nod at him. In addition to being his best tracker, he was the fastest, his wolf was so in force in him that he did not have certain limits like the others. So it happened easily. Cristian followed him, he trusted him. If Raice said her partner was out there, she believed her. At his back, at least half a kilometer away was his alpha with the other two wolves, but he didn't wait for them.

I sniff him deeply, imprinting his scent as deeply as possible. All wolf families bury their loved ones' scents into their memories. It makes it easier to locate lost family members. And as the head Royal Tracker, I want my adopted family embedded into my mind. Before I left, I didn't really get the chance to bond with Little Mike or scent imprint him. "He has been asleep for a while. You can take him, Lance," Moira says while unclasping a couple of straps. I hoist him up and lay him against my shoulder.

mused Daniel, then added, “But, you don’t need to be there until five.” “Moms,” I remarked, as if that explained everything, Daniel nodded his head in agreement. “I really do want to go to the library though.” “Perhaps Bobby is right, you may end up like Annabella, if you search too much into this,” cautioned Daniel. “What do you want me to do? These ghost were human beings that just want to be at rest, right now they can’t do that. Would you prefer I touch them? I really rather not experience that again though,” I responded, shuddering. I was also getting annoyed at how people thought I could not handle myself. I do just fine on my own, somewhat…