Spirit Animal Wolf Novels & Stories

She asked Chad. "It is an elixir made of her Wolf Spirit. She is 'the wolf turned human'. She knows that Aisha is Tristan's Luna, and her wolf spirit will revitalize Aisha, save the twins, and protect her from outside influences such as Jo's and my illusions." Chad answered. "Why do that? Won't that cause more problems than it solves? They are old wolves, Chad. How do you propose I do that?" Stryxx asked.

Please continue, I really would like to sleep before I go to work. “Having a spiritual wolf differs from having the spirit of a wolf by one thing, essence. Most wolves are born with the essence of a spirit and that essence is cultivated until they shift which means they will have the traits of that spirit. Not their power. The most powerful wolves can be born with the essence of the spirit but would be chosen by that very same spirit before shifting. Then the spirit and its powers will manifest with the wolf and host of that body basically being reincarnated.” She explained and I tried to follow.

Owen looked at her with a sad smile, his voice laced with emotion. “A she-wolf, in your case, dear. And no, you can't go on like this. Our wolf is a spiritual being that lives inside us. It has a name. It has a personality. You can even talk to him in your mind. But we are part of each other. One can't live without the other.” He paused and looked up at the sky, as if asking the stars for patience.

My eyes widened in awe as the light solidified into a large, majestic white wolf, its fur glowing with an ethereal radiance. The wolf’s eyes met mine, his eyes deep, golden, and ancient. They seemed to hold the wisdom of centuries, and I felt a strange sense of connection to this being, as if we were linked in some way I couldn’t quite explain. It almost felt like I was looking into a reflection of myself. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t just any spirit. It was the Moon Wolf, the guardian of my kind. Somehow, I knew this instinctively, as if the knowledge had always been there, just waiting to be uncovered.

I will give him the identity of the wolf, of course. Soon enough, I saw the big black wolf with it's golden yellow eyes roaming about. It looked very wounded and apprehensive. I hadn't thought about it, so I knew that the representation of my wolf is real. My wolf has really suffered due to the strange spirits that have been activated in my body and if I do not intervene as quickly as possible, my wolf spirit will be destroyed.

She wasn't fully ready to disclose such information to strangers. "It shouldn't be possible." Aiden spoke up. "A Wolf Spirit belongs to a single person. It can't be shared with others, no matter the circumstances." He turned his gaze on Jayce, who stood firm beside her. "There's more to it." Jayce growled deeply, the sound of it caused the ground to vibrate.

NIRVANA “Be serious, Nirvana,” the female wolf spirit just said my name. “Wait. How do you know me?” I felt goosebumps erupt all over my body. “You died by a dark magic and brought back to life by magic. Your soul has been saved. You are pure and chosen to have an animal spirit to protect you, guide you, and help you protect the people you care about from the evil that walks on earth, but you must never abuse it.”

The type of wolf spirit they possess determine their rank, it actually determines way more than that, it determines their whole lives. It determines the type of person they will become as well, and there are some wolf spirits that are on another level, the golden, the silver and the snow wolf spirit. Having a golden wolf spirit symbolises the rage of the moon goddess, they are angry wolves by nature and are very hot-tempered so when they’re mad, they burn…like the golden ray of the sun. Kayla hate gating mad because once she does, people get hot.

The wolf had a single diamond eye, surrounded by a crescent of smaller stones. “But… why a wolf?” she asked, curiosity flickering in her eyes. I met her gaze. “I’ve always felt that the wolf is… my spirit animal.” It wasn’t a lie. We were two spirits in one body—she just didn’t know that detail yet. She tilted her head. “Huh. Interesting. Wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to think about spirit animals.” A small smile played on her lips. “You’re judging me too harshly,” I said, raising a brow.

The gathered wolves, mostly warriors, gasped softly and parted to clear a path for him. “Easton,” Beta Tyler said. “She is a spirit wolf. She has to die.” “I’m afraid I can’t allow that.” “Why not?” The Beta was genuinely confused. This was the natural order of things. Spirit wolves weren’t proper wolves. We carried the spirit of a wolf, but couldn’t shift. My wolf was incomplete. Unformed. She had no voice and no physical form. We were bad omens, and lately, a lot of bad luck had befallen our pack.