Spirit Animals Series Book 2 Novels & Stories

All around Diana and Rudolph were books littered all over the place. In Diana's hand was a book titled, 'Soul Travel' while Rudolph had 'The Demonstration' in his hands. They had skimmed through so many books that not much was left. Diana was currently on a page about a wolf spirit, travelling to the in-between world to retrieve the soul of the human. Diana had been stuck on that chapter for a long time, trying to connect it to her case. The procedure would need an Oracle but all Werewolf Oracles were killed in the Reviving.

But he could no longer bare his fangs or unsheath his claws. Defeated, he faced Luntian with a frown. “I’m going somewhere.” ‘Or so you think…” Was the menacing oaf that leered on Luntian’s playful mind. “No you’re not.” The playful shaman said with a crooked grin. Using the power of the Spirits. She raised her hand and summoned the great Phoenix from the Heaven and Spirit realm. A giant bird with fiery wings appeared out of nowhere, surprising both Accashia and Calleb. The two fell on their knees when the wings of the Phoenix swiped and flapped before them.

- asked Miguel, looking with hopeful eyes at the two friends sitting at the table with him now. - Well, if she pushed that guy away then... I guess so.- Maria replied and shrugged.- What happened to Nadir is what surprises me most. If she's just a succubus, how could have grown wings? According to the division of demons in this book, from which I have copied the ritual, only Fallen Angels have wings, and certainly not succubus.- she added, clearly still surprised by this. - You mean Nadir wasn't a succubus?- Juan asked, not understanding any of this. In general, all the supernatural things that had happened recently hadn't gotten to him yet, but he just decided to go with the flow.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

The Werebeast’s growl echoed through the vast chamber, reverberating off the stone walls like the rumble of thunder before a storm. Asha’s heart raced, the weight of her bloodline pressing down on her chest. She could feel the Soulbone Imprint pulsing within her, thrumming with energy. The Ancestral Spirits stirred in response to the creature’s recognition. The power within her was awakening—and it was too much to contain.

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.

It felt as if a beehive had been torn apart in my head. I tried to stop the second alpha spirit from surfacing, but I couldn’t... He was too powerful. I could feel thick bones protruding from each joint on my body, giving way to another muscular and heavy wolf. He stood powerfully tall and intimidating as time finally started moving... This second spirit had paused time...

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

Dust covered most of its surface, and the pages looked ancient. "This came from Elder Rowan's private collection." I frowned. "And?" Jackson carefully opened the book. Several pages had been marked, highlighted, and referenced. His finger stopped on one specific passage. "You need to read this." I pulled the journal closer. The handwriting was difficult to decipher, faded badly by age. Yet one sentence immediately stood out. My blood ran cold. Beside me, Sienna read it too and froze. The passage described spirit-bound wolves. Rare wolves capable of existing partially between the physical and spiritual worlds. Wolves capable of sensing things others couldn't. Seeing things others couldn't. Co

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.”