Liselotte Spirit Chronicles Novels & Stories

she asked. "Unknown at this point," Saint answered. "Where is this section found in the book?" I asked. Saint shook his head. "Taryk and Atlas should have more info when they get back." "Are there any legible captions with the bestiary pictures?" I moved back to those pictures. "There's one, but it's only a partial. Muliebris animi mutatio procedit ignis. Dr. Atlas says that loosely translates to female soul starts the fire transformation." Saint looked at something on the table, nodded his head. "Yeah. I got that right."

Selene had been reading for three hours when she found the first interesting thing. It was in the journal of Aldric Veyrath, heir from about three hundred years ago. His handwriting was awful all cramped letters and ink blots but his observations were meticulous. The marked woman, Elise, lasted four months before the curse took her. But in those months, something changed. The bond did not merely flow from me to her it began to flow back. She could feel my pain, my thoughts. We were becoming… synchronized.

But as if she had known me all my life. "Little Moon," Her voice echoed gently inside my mind. Not my wolf. Not Lyra. Someone far older. "You have finally awakened." My breath caught. "Who are you?" The spirit lowered her head. "I am Selene, the First Spirit of the Moon. Before there were Alphas, before there were Keepers, I guarded the balance between light and darkness." The name stirred something deep within me. Ancient, sacred, real. Before I could speak again, Lucien's furious roar shattered the silence. "I don't care what spirit protects you!" He hurled the broken remains of his sword aside and extended both hands. Darkness erupted from beneath the snow. Shadow beasts clawed their way

His entire body was on fire and his bones were feeling out of place. ‘This isn’t his wolf, so what the hell is happening?’ he wondered as he curled himself into a ball, on the ground. “C’mon. Still too stared to kill me?... I thought you could do better than this? Isabel’s voice was faintly mocking. She could barely stand on her feet because her vision was distort, but she doesn’t intend to give up. She would rather die with her head up high than beg this pig for her life. The lycan grabbed her by the head, its claws dug into her scalp and it lifted her until her feet was dangling above the ground.

she said by the door before leaving completely. Chance finally stood straight and held his chest, breathing hard. "Is she really human? I swear i got the chills, her eyes were staring directly at my soul, and my soul was begging me to stop" he said funnily. "You're madder than I thought, seriously" Delilah said. "He's actually senseless, not mad" Jezebel replied beside her, and she turned to her. "Heard you're a b**ch too, how about we get along?"

Cara and Clint both looked stunned. “Yes.” They say in unison. “That is also from Bellona’s line.” He stands and goes to a shelf gathering three large tomes. He brings them to the table and sets them in front of Clint. “These are the chronicles of your wolf’s Guardian spirit for the first four generations.”