Spirit Animals Book Series 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I will feed you and tend to your wounds, but do not ask me to set you free. It is too dangerous for us both.” “It will not be once I am back to normal,” Cerie assured her in between spoonfuls of the delicious broth. When her stomach roared its gratitude as the flavorful liquid entered it, she added, “Do you hear that? They have been starving me. Help me and I promise that I will help you.” “Help me?” Cora nervously said. “Why do I need your help?” “I am not just a witch,” Cerie said. “I am psychic too. I know you are afraid for your future here. Yours and Bess.’ They are already feeding on your old friend. If you help me, I will get you both out of here.”

The air was alive with the ethereal song of wolves. Amelia's voice trembled with excitement. "Luna, look!" Luna followed Amelia's gaze and gasped in awe. The once-hidden wolf spirits emerged from the shadows, their forms shimmering in the moonlit glade. Each spirit possessed a distinctive glow, representing a unique aspect of the Heartstone's power. The spirits circled Luna and Amelia, their presence radiating a sense of protection and guidance. Luna felt their essence intertwine with hers, merging their strength and wisdom.

Her tightly clenched fists and white-knuckled grip showed her displeasure at the turn of events, which made me smirk. "Now, let's begin the real trial," the chief spirit judge said, but then paused and muttered some ancient, mystical words that I couldn't comprehend. To my surprise, a large, ornate book appeared in his hands. He was definitely the spirit judge. The book had a leather cover, intricately embossed with mysterious symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light. "This book is called the Book of Life," the chief spirit judge announced, holding it up for everyone to see. The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance.

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.

“What are you saying, Alex?” He closed his eyes for a second, as if searching for the best way to explain it without frightening us even more. “Look, all of this sounds strange, but it’s the truth. I… belong to a wolf pack, and some of us have the duty to protect those who possess this kind of knowledge. This book has been missing for a long time, and for it to appear now, in your hands, is… complicated, Scarlett.” I felt a knot form in my stomach. Everything I had considered normal until now seemed to be falling apart.

the Lycan demanded. Ronan walked closer, holding the book open to the diagrams. “The spirit that possessed the spiritualist didn’t vanish. It abandoned the body. It’s jumping vessels. Controlling wolves.And this…” he tapped the page “this shows how to track it and bind it.” The Lycan finally grabbed the book. His fingers skimmed the symbols, recognition flashing briefly across his eyes. “You believe this will work?” he asked. “I don’t know,” Ronan snapped. “But I know standing around sniffing the fucking wind won’t.”

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

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Panic surged within her however she stood still, her arms failing miserably at hiding her bare body from his penetrating gaze. Her eyes darted around anxiously, desperately searching for an escape, any refuge from this terrifying situation, but she found none. There was none! Tears welled up in Emma's hazel eyes. She felt trapped, much like a fragile bird with its wings clipped but in her case, it was not just her physical freedom that was stripped away, but her very spirit, crumbled under the weight of his overpowering dominance. Reluctantly she looked at him. Their intense gaze locked.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon