Spirit Animals Wolf Novels & Stories

’ I yell at my wolf, struggling with all my might to fight this hold it has on me and our shared form. But of course, it doesn’t let me. It’s a centuries old spirit. It’s been around probably since the beginning of time. It doesn’t know what it’s doing, doesn’t know what its stubbornness will do to the humans, because it always depended on its human side to feel things and be whole. . . . “Three.” The wolf steps back, its legs tensing and its teeth bared. I know it’s getting ready to intercept the volley of ammunition that’s about to be fired at everyone in our side, but I also know it’s going to do much more than that.

I slowly started the car again to continue my journey, but I came to an abrupt stop once more when a huge animal jumped onto the hood of the car. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, seeing that enormous black wolf staring at me and licking its lips. I honked the horn to make it go away, but nothing made it leave. It was a huge wolf. The wolf jumped off the hood of the car, circling around it, never taking its eyes off me. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed my dad's number, but, great, there was no signal. I slammed the gas pedal and sped away, getting as far away as I could from that wolf.

I remembered the last time I saw Lycan. He didn’t say anything. He just walked away. His eyes were cold full of betrayal. I betrayed him first. I thought he’d follow me forever. I thought he’d love me no matter what I did. But even wolves know when to walk away. And when I lost my wolf spirit… That was the day I knew I had lost everything. Without my wolf, I was just human. Weak. Vulnerable. Alone. The taxi stopped near White Rock Lake. I paid the driver and stepped out.

But if a wolf, or man alike, wouldn’t back down, and it came to my life or his, I would blow him to Kingdom come, and send him back to the deity of his making. Wolves believed upon death; their spirits crossed over into the spirit world where they were reunited with loved ones who passed on before them. Their bodies were returned to the Earth so new life could grow. In their version of Heaven, they ran free and unburdened beneath the stars and their creator The Moon for all eternity. If a wolf fell in battle, self-sacrifice, or protecting the pack, their spirits were granted a place of honor upon death. Their bodies were burned, and their ashes returned to the sky where they lived as stars n

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

"This might help you..." I furrowed my eyebrows. "What is it? Tell us..." I demanded. I was beginning to grip my hands into fists. Beads of sweat started to trickle down my temples. "About that, I have a few pieces of information about Ancient spirit wolves. They are the earliest wolf spirits created by the Moon Goddess. They existed many, many years ago. They were the spirit wolves assigned to the Lycan Princes and Kings in the past. Pretty much, they have reincarnated spirit wolves assigned to a new generation of werewolves like your Alpha King. That is why it is almost impossible for the new body to control it. It was like it was never made fit for the new body that was assigned to them.

I ask him next, wolves have mates we know each other and connect like the alpha said they do. "No, you get us only," he says, caressing my face this time, smiling at me, he kept making our eyes meet, and it felt weird, I felt something inside me shift. I tried to avoid his eyes, but he pulled my face back, forcing me to look at him, and then it made sense why he was making me look at him, my wolf understood it, not me, my wolf nudged me explaining things. I don't know how to explain it, my wolf has his own mind and ideas, but we are one, we share the ideas, what Aiden is trying to do, he's trying to connect to us, forcing his dominance over us.

“How can I find something if I don’t know where it is or what it looks like?” “You’re not finding something; you’re finding someone. Your wolf is an entirely different being, sharing your body and mind with you. She will have her own personality and spirit, and she’ll become your confidant and best friend. You’ve just got to make that connection with her first.” “Okay, sounds easy enough. So how do I do that?”

I asked. “You know what happened.” Doc’s empathy evaporated. “I did this?” “You need a mentor to teach you about your powers. Unschooled, you are volatile and dangerous. Especially now.” “Why now?” I stumbled, trying to keep up with Doc’s long strides. He was moving toward the lake. Diesel followed behind while Ghost maneuvered me over the debris from my storm. “You have two auras that have been activated. Your wolf spirit is alive, and your witch abilities have increased since you met Ghost.” He stopped and turned, facing us. “Esme, I would like to meet your wolf.”

Hundreds of wolves lowered their heads in respect. Slowly, I lifted my gaze toward the sky. The sunlight felt warm against my skin. In that moment, I felt something deep inside my heart. A quiet certainty. They were somewhere beyond the sky, witnessing this moment with pride. A sudden howl broke the silence. It echoed across the mountains, powerful and clear. My breath caught. I knew that howl. It belonged to the Aristea’s wolf spirit. Then, above us, a glowing figure began to form in the sky. A massive wolf spirit appeared among the clouds, its body shining with light.