Spirit Animal Book Series In Order Novels & Stories

They walked over to the fire and entered conversation while watching me from afar. I struggled to come up with the Gaelic words that would create a proper spell to set everything aright, but finally gave up. Feeling frustrated, I threw my hands in the air, took a deep breath, felt the buildup of energy start in my feet and travel out my hands with lightning speed and shouted “Order!”

Hana's soul discovers her magic is dividing the order of the levers of spells. Unbeknownst to Hana, at level 9, magic is allowed to produce conscious souls. So now Hana is facing five souls in human form. The phoenix fire spirit has fiery red hair; the thunder spirit has glittering white-blond hair. The soul of water has beautiful long black hair. The mermaid's tearful soul carried blue wings; finally, the soul of the instantaneous moving spell had blonde hair. Based on the color of the hair, Hana discovered that the phoenix fire spirit was trying to become the first levers spell and, based on its reasoning, only levers it first.

I replayed the conversation in my head. “I have been having increased visions and feelings that I have slowly tried to source out through the moon goddess and spirits around us.” Red Priestess not only feel the motion of the wolves around them but also the spirits, the sky, and the moon more deeply. Sarah was far more trained than me on these feelings and it was easier for her to separate certain emotions and hone in on others to establish an overall feeling of the entire pack. It was very impressive actually. Corgan and I both just sat there listening unsure of what else to say. “The feeling that I am getting is it is restless among us but more in the way other wolves that are not among

April 20, 2005 “Are you watching the news?” mind-linked Alejandro to Coralis. “No, why?” “Turn it on, you want to see that. It’s all over the news.” Coralis was reading a spirit spell book to figure out how to strengthen mind-links within werewolf packs, following a question from Alpha Collins. She knew how to create strong mind-links between elementals, but was less knowledgeable on werewolf pack-links. She paused her research to open her holographic monitor.

Raff says. “Great, great Auntie? Or should there be another ‘great’ in there?” I ask. The old woman chuckles, “You worked it out! My sister missed quite the catch with that dragon of yours, of course I have my dragon back in The Otherworld. You are a lucky one to get them for mates! You are the key! They should mark you in the order that you met.” “Then Raff should be the first I’ve known him since college.” “Guess again,” she says.

I knew exactly what was coming for me if I didn't round up this spell, and fast. With one last burst of power, I finished the words, and yanked harder on Cora's wolf, Althea. I heard the sound of something breaking, and in the next moment, Cora screamed, her eyes flying open but remaining unseeing. The sound was raw and hoarse and horrible, but with it came the one thing I wanted. I guided the wolf spirit into the urn, and sealed it, just as I heard thundering footfalls coming down the hallway. Shit.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

Fafnir screams. Without a moment to lose I faze back into my dragon form and begin to fly out of the clearing. I cannot leave my brother alone here. Halting I turn back to where I last saw my brother to make sure he is okay. I see his blue scales emerging from the trees as he comes out. Fafnir roars loudly sending out a blast of electric blue flames into the forest. Oddly enough, the flames ricochet off the trees, and back onto my brother. He is engulfed in his own blue flames, as the smell of burning flesh hits my nose.

We promised ourselves not to worry about the future but take the days gradually as they come and go and live in every moment as if it were our last. THE END (This book is the second book of the spirit wolf series. The last book of the Spirit Wolf Series would soon be out. Thank you for your love, support and votes)

Handing it over to me, his eyes looked gloomy. “You won’t find comfort in these pages,” he said. “But you may just find what you are looking for.” I opened carefully, my fingers trembling and sweaty all of a sudden, the pages smelled old, worn out and ripped off at the edges. On the first page, written in red ink fading and peeling, were the words: “The Blood in Her Name.” “What is this?” I asked, the title multiplying my fears. “An account of wolves born with what we called... dark spirits.” He folded his hands across his chest as he spoke. “Wolves who walked two paths at once, light and darkness, peace and destruction.”