Spirit Bear The Book Novels & Stories

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

I hadn't even finished a whole row yet. Some stuff is repeated but this book is by far my favorite. It's solely about bear shifters. Bear shifters are the most loyal type of shifter. They would lay down their lives for the ones they are to protect without a single thought. Thats terrifying. I don't want Dom to die because I might. Even though he would probably fight me on it.

I heard Sylvester laugh at my comment, which made me giggle too. I stepped out of the bedroom in my wolf form. Carrying my slacks with my jaws. The moment Sylvester saw me, he took off his clothes, goddess he was sexy, and I could have been drooling if I did not know better. He had the body of a god, strong and dominant. I prayed I would survive this, survive him. Sylvester folded his clothes neatly and shifted to a beautiful silver bronze wolf. I had always admired the Gamma spirit wolves. They were the only spirit wolves that had two colours. Sylvester was big like me, and I felt a kind of kinship towards him. I was among my kind. For the first time, since I was fifteen I knew what it was

“I had to protect Morena’s soul, because I knew my daughter would return so I used Pearl’s black magic to be able to live long” She used Pearl black magic? That means… “Is Pearl’s black magic book here too?” I guessed quickly and when I saw her nod, I couldn’t help but smile. “Just like I hid Morena’s Soul, I hid Pearl’s old black magic book” She explain with a small smile, knowing that it was enough for help us. With her and Mellisa’s help, hopefully that would be the answer. It turns out that this trip to Trazmoz was indeed worth it…

Vireya's POV We lay tangled in the quiet hush of the tent, warmth from the dying fire casting soft shadows on the canvas walls. My head rested on Zevarion’s chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths as I whispered stories of the Syrakai Wilds, and the sacred Living Book. His hand stilled on my back, fingers brushing slow, grounding circles. “I’m sorry you had to witness something so breathtaking,” he murmured, “only to watch it crumble right in front of you.”

"If you can't accept your sister, then you're no longer my daughter!" From then on, Lisa no longer openly picked fights with me. Not long after she returned Salem to me, Salem shapeshifted. He had curly black hair, almond-shaped eyes with slightly downturned corners, and glossy black fur. He tilted his head at me and called out the first name he'd ever heard in his transformed state. "Lisa?" "I'm Lisa!" Lisa rushed up from behind me and jumped into his arms. "Salem, you actually remember me! Remember when I brought you with me to wander the streets?"

Fafnir screams. Without a moment to lose I faze back into my dragon form and begin to fly out of the clearing. I cannot leave my brother alone here. Halting I turn back to where I last saw my brother to make sure he is okay. I see his blue scales emerging from the trees as he comes out. Fafnir roars loudly sending out a blast of electric blue flames into the forest. Oddly enough, the flames ricochet off the trees, and back onto my brother. He is engulfed in his own blue flames, as the smell of burning flesh hits my nose.

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

I woke with a gasp. The room was dark. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers. The window was black with the night. And the Book of Blood, which had been locked in the council hall, was open on my bedside table. I sat up slowly, my heart pounding. My hands were glowing faintly silver, just like Mirren's had when she first discovered her spirit-wolf. The light pulsed once, twice, then faded. The Book was open to the first page. The names of the bloodlines glowed faintly in the darkness, and I could feel them. All of them. The families who had been waiting. The survivors. The lost.

I snarled, baring my fangs and feeling the hate and destruction of my wolf sweep up again. “Who are you?!” My claws ruined the tiles. I wasn’t in the joking mood anymore. “Page 247. Does that sound familiar?” I snarled. “What are you talking about?” I snarled, fighting the urge to pounce and tear him to pieces. “Did your father not give you the book? Did you not read it?” My snarling stopped instantly. Page 247 of the Book of the Living Gem? I… I read it. It was about… a guardian that lived in the forest.