Novel & Cerita Spirit Animal Wolves

DAHLIA: “Tell me the truth, Albus…. You and that black wolf, you are both no ordinary wolves… You are from the Shadow Rune Pack, aren’t you?” The fur in the great white wolf’s body shook as if it was hit by an invisible arrow in the chest. He whimpered a bit in front of us, but he didn’t say anything more. Before Eva and I could repeat our question and hear the answer we longed to hear, a series of loud thumping sounds pulled us away from the Animal Spirit World and back into our human consciousness.

If you let me take over, I can help! I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering how Eluna could fight when I had no idea. I'd stopped questioning exactly what Eluna knew and how she knew it after the first day I'd been brought back to the pack. But I still had to admit a part of me was curious. I had been told it wasn't unheard of for a werewolf to "split" the personalities of themselves and their wolf when their wolf was weaker, especially if they were an omega. But this didn't just feel like a split...it felt like we were two separate entities.

I trust her. Sasha and I have our differences. Sometimes I feel like I have a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality. Still, I trust Sasha. I used to be embarrassed by her, but now I’m proud of her. I’m honored she is my wolf spirit. Our relationship is rocky, but we will always have each other’s back. Sasha is fierce. She can handle this. Not to mention she is ancient, which only adds to her strength. The older the wolf spirit, the stronger and wiser they are. Sasha is an original wolf spirit of a lycan; it doesn't get any stronger than that.

And then the shadows split. From the rift behind the Shadow Throne poured the wolves—wolves of no flesh and no true form, their bodies sculpted from fog and bone-light. Their eyes blazed silver, hollow and endless, and their paws left frostfire scars on the earth with every step. They moved in silence, except for the low hum that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Spirit wolves. Predators born not of blood, but of hunger. “By the moon…” Elias’s voice faltered. His wolf bristled, ears pinned, every muscle taut as though facing an enemy his body instinctively knew it could not withstand.

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

“Airis, the messenger of the Goddess.” I breathe out a deep sigh, listening to him starting to read out loud. “She is the communicating link between the Moon Goddess and the werewolves, an ancient spirit who is a wolf-shapeshifter as well. The divinity is guarded by five ancient white wolf spirits. They can be recognised by their white fur and a distinctive pattern running up on one of their back legs.” “Wow,” Fynn blows his cheeks, his head leaning on his strong forearms. “Could that be the Airis I was calling for? My wolf has such a pattern as well,” I acknowledge, looking back and forth between my mates, who are all sticking their noses into huge, old books.

he boasted, and I laughed. " Where are the spirit wolves now?" I asked him curiously. " Well, no one knows where they are, but we know they have a pack. We also know that they isolate themselves from everyone. I believe it is mainly because of the danger they pose to humanity. A bite from a spirit wolf could turn a human into an apex wolf. Apex wolves are feral and deadly. The golden wolf, which is the alpha spirit wolf has to tame them before they can function in society. I think they are extinct because no one has heard from them in a long time." He explained, and I was glad I was not living amid spirit wolves.

When I pressed for details, he simply said that nobody knew what those things were. That answer felt worse than any explanation could have. Rowan turned another page in the journal and explained that the oldest stories described spirit-bound wolves as bridges. When I asked between what, he answered quietly, "The living world and everything beyond it." My stomach tightened immediately. He continued by explaining that most wolves could sense emotions, danger, or instinctive warnings. Spirit-bound wolves were different. They didn't simply sense things. They connected to them. The word settled heavily over the room. Connect. Not observe. Not communicate. Connect. Suddenly, the vampires' obsessio