Novel & Cerita Spirit Animals Series Book 2

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

The spirit had told them the book will fall into the wrong hand no matter how hard they try. "A-are you saying we won't get the book?" Ariana asked, stuttering slightly. She just could not believe that the spirit had spoken the right words. Isn't the spirit that of a fox? Known for their cunning act? Jasmine nodded. "Yes, we won't get the book at first" "What book are you talking about?" Jabal asked. They had just returned after going to so many places. They had thought by now they should be done with expelling the spirit and might be ready to listen to what they have to say but the mood they met them now says a different thing.

Marta and Rosa left the residence under cover of night and were replaced by dozens of wolves led by Misha. With the old cook, who still knew my father, we still had a silent conversation. I did not blame her for anything, because I understood that she was only fulfilling Alyosha's request. As for the latter, I strongly doubted that we would ever touch on the topic set out in those pages of text that he had on his phone.

“I have to do something fast.” “Save him,” my wolf, serene, spoke. “How?” “Heal him. Do it fast,” she urged, her voice impatient and sharp with urgency. I remembered reading in that book from the abandoned library that Fox Spirits could heal. It was their special trait. Immediately, I placed my hands on Lucas, my eyes shining with determination. I could feel a surge of energy leaving me rapidly. Color restored on his face, his breathing becoming more stable. Even though I felt like my soul was leaving my body, I didn’t stop. Instead, I held him tighter. “Pheobe, stop!. You’ll die at this rate,” my wolf roared, but I ignored her. I kept going. Then John pulled me away and I collapsed, my cons

My pulse hammered in my ears, every nerve screaming flight, but my feet stayed rooted to the ground. The wolf circled me slowly, each heavy step echoing through the fog, its presence pressing down like the weight of a storm. Its voice rolled through my mind like distant thunder. "Triad bearer," it rumbled. "The bond awakens, but it is incomplete. Threads fray at the edges." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall despite the tremble in my limbs. "What do you mean? We bound fully. The poison's gone. We're one." The spirit lowered its massive head, its muzzle brushing against my hand. The touch was cold, weightless, and yet it sent a sharp pulse through my veins, like ice and fire colli

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…

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

“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

“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.