Spirit Fantasy Mythical Wolf นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked, noticing my voice sounding slightly hoarse. Did he not drink water too? "Ah, that! Jace brought the witches' book- don't know about the title, it was some weird gigantic words- so I tried out one spell from it because I was curious and he ate a lot when he was in your body." I blinked in puzzlement. "You were able to chant a spell?" "Yeah, I got some witch blood in me. It's very slight though. The thickness is more of werewolf genes." Ah... that explains. Well, Esmeralda is her relative so it's a possibility.

Antigonus saw Circe's every move. He smiled to himself at the sight of her hiding not far away, and pretended not to know anything as he stood there waiting. Since she was trying to test him, he would have some fun with her. Just then, a growl blared from deep in the woods. Antigonus turned to look and saw two enormous figures charging over at the speed of lightning. They were, of course, the Wind Spirit Wolves. The Wind Spirit Wolves were the most commonly-sighted creatures in the Nine Continents, often living in packs. They were about ten to fifteen meters long, and their powers were around the Martial Saint level.

My eyes widened in awe as the light solidified into a large, majestic white wolf, its fur glowing with an ethereal radiance. The wolf’s eyes met mine, his eyes deep, golden, and ancient. They seemed to hold the wisdom of centuries, and I felt a strange sense of connection to this being, as if we were linked in some way I couldn’t quite explain. It almost felt like I was looking into a reflection of myself. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t just any spirit. It was the Moon Wolf, the guardian of my kind. Somehow, I knew this instinctively, as if the knowledge had always been there, just waiting to be uncovered.

Ivory said the word blessed like it was a burden making air quotes with her fingers, and Magnus figured this frustrated both women. “Well, it says here that some can commune with creatures, others with… Spirits. Do they mean nature spirits or ghosts of the dead?” “Okay, maybe I don’t want to talk to the dead. Not after what I’ve seen. Talking to animals, spirits, or gods. I think Sapphire got the best one.” “But Ivory, it means there’s a third wolf hybrid out there that belongs with us. We have a sibling.” “Ivory?” “Ivory sat there for a moment. What are you thinking?” Ran asked.

Alexander was my strength, my home, and the unwavering pillar that made everything possible. With him by my side and with the newfound acknowledgment of those around me, a tremendous sense of completion settled within me. Here, among those who had just doubted my capability, I stood where I was meant to be. As I took in the sight of the kneeling wolves, an undeniable truth settled in my heart. This was only the beginning, a new chapter heralding a future brimming with promise and unity. I—the Spirit Wolf—had become more than just a legend. I was the embodiment of hope and the guardian of those who believed in the power of harmony, guided by love, strength, and loyalty.

I will give him the identity of the wolf, of course. Soon enough, I saw the big black wolf with it's golden yellow eyes roaming about. It looked very wounded and apprehensive. I hadn't thought about it, so I knew that the representation of my wolf is real. My wolf has really suffered due to the strange spirits that have been activated in my body and if I do not intervene as quickly as possible, my wolf spirit will be destroyed.

Jonathan hissed and took several steps back, his burned face twisting into something even uglier, and the witches’ chanting faltered for just a second before Miriam screamed at them to keep going. Arden’s feral form was still charging straight at them and Luca was already moving to intercept because he couldn’t let that thing get to Lily, except Arden didn’t attack. He threw his head back and roared, and a new figure emerged. It was massive and golden and made entirely of light, this spirit wolf that separated from Arden’s flesh like a soul pulling free. Arden’s body collapse and go still while the spirit beast opened eyes that burned like fire. “What the hell is that?” one of Samuel’s wolve

Please continue, I really would like to sleep before I go to work. “Having a spiritual wolf differs from having the spirit of a wolf by one thing, essence. Most wolves are born with the essence of a spirit and that essence is cultivated until they shift which means they will have the traits of that spirit. Not their power. The most powerful wolves can be born with the essence of the spirit but would be chosen by that very same spirit before shifting. Then the spirit and its powers will manifest with the wolf and host of that body basically being reincarnated.” She explained and I tried to follow.

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

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.