Spirit Animals Book Series 2 Novels & Stories

We had enough man power, two alphas, two vampires, one spat out straight from hell, a disheveled luna, and a witch, but still things never go quite as planned. Perhaps my negative outlook on life was tainting my perception. As much as I tried to calm the wolf, I was also on edge about the situation. But although this could go many ways, I did have faith the end result would be the same; Ezekiel would be healed from this affliction. Two more minutes…

I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history. "Do you believe in magic now?" A childlike voice disrupts my reverie, singing around me in the darkness. The singing is filling my soul with intense apprehension and dread. Uh Oh. A sudden wind hits me, tossing me around wildly. It reminds me of the vortex that tore me away from Meena on the fairy hill in Ireland. We were watching a solar eclipse until an unnatural gale tossed my ass into ancient Troy. The wind suddenly stops; my stomach is hitting my throat as I'm falling through space.

Explicit Scenes Ahead Talks of attempted rape and abuse Sienna’s POV Friday Night You know that state when you’re half awake, half asleep, when your mind knows something’s wrong, but your body won’t respond? That’s me right now. I can feel everything, but I can’t move. It’s like my soul is screaming for me to wake up, but my body won’t listen.

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)

H y u n. I... a m... g o i n g... t i... r i p... o f f... y o u r... f i n g e r s... i f... y o u... d a r e d... t o... t o u c h... t h a t... b o o k... a n d... I... a m... f u * k i n g... s e r i o u s." She warnyth wolf spirit who gulped as his hand paused in mid air.

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”

She smiled and shook her head. “You have an unusual spirit animal, sister. I can sense how close he is to you. Soon, your enemies will wish they had killed you before you could grow so strong.” Clarissa blinked. The statement confused her. How would Centra know about her spirit animal or how close they were? If he was ‘unusual,’ what kind of an animal was he? The book's cover, ‘familiars and their partners’, came back to her. The word familiar had excited Mimi.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Suddenly, the book flipped open and the pages began to flutter back and forth. I stood up in shock, knocking my chair over as I did. The sound of the chair clattering against the floor broke Miriam from her thoughts. She grinned as she saw the book, laying open to a page labeled "Hybrids". "Miriam." I sputtered. "What was that? That book just moved and flipped pages on its own. That's not any kind of fae magic I've ever seen." She looked at me, amusement in her eyes. "I told you, it's my book, it responds to me. I'm spirit fae, and while I may not know much about what that means, I do know that I have a connection to dark magic."

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