Spirit Animals Novels & Stories

Glory was the next one to go “I was born a duel spirit; I was born with both the ability to control lighting and snow and ice. But I can also control earth, water, and fire, I guess I can go with the flow, be headstrong and not think before doing things at times. It's a lot more fun that way.” Paul looked reluctant to go like he was not going to like the question that Jake was going to ask next. “Well I was born a Shadow sprit user, but I also mastered all the other spirits, when something like that happens wolves are called Master spirits because they know all the spirits even the rare ones.” Jake looked at him and you could swear that you could see jealously in his eyes.

The warrior named Hatem heard the legend of the protector of that forest, a wolf spirit, which was not a common wolf-like another, it was a gigantic animal black as coal and eyes like silver, that wolf was called snow fang, not because of the color of his fur, that's for sure, but because with each step, he took all around him froze as if it was the cold winter but curiously the spirit will preserve the life of what was around him. It was clear that he was not like normal wolves, he had a conscience, he knew how to speak like any other human although sometimes he preferred not to do it, and he could also express feelings such as worry and fear. Snow Fang was the first guardian spirit of that

I said, raising a brow. “Oh, absolutely.” She grinned, nodding enthusiastically. So she found it amusing to judge me? I shook my head. Not fair. “I think mine would be a horse. A wild one. The kind that runs free.” Her voice turned dreamy, like she could picture herself galloping through open fields. Then she smirked. “Though my friend once said she thinks my spirit animal is a wolf. Have you ever read Women Who Run with the Wolves?” I perked up, my wolf stirring at the mention.

I finally understood how human's blood was able to keep this world alive. "The Spirituals worked out amazing. They were also sent to earth. As they had the powers of five most powerful angels and a drop of God's essence in them, they were known as the most powerful creatures living on the earth. That also made them the rulers. Fairies, vampires, werewolves, witches, warlocks, wizards, enchaterts and even dragons were afraid of the Spirituals. God created a very few of them. But do you know, they had the power to reproduce from the angels. Not that angels were going to try anything like that, were they?" He dramatically ended and I giggled. It felt like I was a toddler again, enjoying my stor

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

Then after lowering my head, I read aloud the massive words on the book cover, once again, “Coalition of Animal and Spirit.” Immediately, the book on the table began to vibrate and shake as though the doing of an exterior effect. “What's going on?” All of the sudden, it finally halted and opened up, somewhere towards the middle. I looked under the table to be sure I wasn't having an illusion, but there was nothing underneath. Exhaling, I stared intensely to the first words I saw. “Animals (savage beasts or not), because being mobile organisms, have the power to harness their souls with phantom spirits with the aid of spirit cultivation technique manuals.

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

They barely had a face and couldn’t speak and no brain power but that would suffice. She could do other things too. She had two spirit animals. A peacock and the new addition a butterfly, but not just the regular ones that could tear of paper. They were made of steel and they could cut. They were unlimited in number and looking closer they had summoning seals on them. She could get anything from them. Her creatures and weapons. Training with their numbers they could form a cloud of sorts, a huge cloud, really massive. And with that she was set. She heard the Savan war music from where she had taken up residence.

"It's not too late to be hopeful this can change your whole life. I had a cousin who was a late bloomer and transformed during his twentieth birthday. My family believes that something happened in the spiritual realm that made the transformation delayed." "The spiritual realm?" This was the first time she heard of it. "It is an invisibe realm where we get our spirit wolf or any other spirits from the other races. The spirits also bond and find their own partners in which the 'mate' is created. They are fated for each other no matter what refusal you have against the mating bond it's unescapable. Other than that the dead souls also wander in the spirit realm turning into a spirit wolf." Iris

"I knew that I shouldn't have bonded with you, all those dreams I have were because of you. And now this?'' Riviera waves her hand around her dirty bathroom. Her wolf sighs, ''think child, can you even see it in my mind that me or you? Better yet, we went on some rampage. No, I don't know what type of wolf you take me for.'' Riviera sits on the bathroom floor thinking. "But all those images that you showed me, all those things you have told me to do.'' "I never appeared to you in any dream.'' He replies. "Why are you even a man? Shouldn't I have gotten a female wolf since I'm female?'' ''I'm a spirit, spirits do not transcend as humans do. When your body dies we simply find the next await po