Spirit Of The Dog นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When I found my voice again, instead of screaming, I asked it a question, rather calmly, I might add, “What do you want?” Funny, it answered me back. “I…we,” the boy gestured his hand back and suddenly a shit ton of ghost appeared. I swallowed hard, before I stared straight back at the initial boy, because I don’t think I could have kept my stomach if I would have continued to look at the others much longer. One was the boy we saw on the first day still dragging his pole behind him, then the girl with the smashed head, and there was another, just carrying it’s head, it also seemed like every single one of them had blood streaming down them. I practically froze in place. The one I thought was

He leaned down slightly, his breath hot against my cold face, and delivered his final, crushing sentence in a low whisper. "Who do you think you are? You're not a god, Danny. You're just a dog."

Their hearts filled with determination, they carried the sanctuary's spirit with them, a beacon of hope and a testament to the significance of every living being in the intricate dance of life. As the Red Teary Moon Pack journeyed through the wilderness, a soft melody drifted through the air, guiding them to a clearing aglow with ethereal light. They stepped into the magical space, and a sense of tranquility enveloped them. In the center of the clearing, four radiant spirits materialized—the graceful Spirit of Spring, the fiery Spirit of Summer, the wise Spirit of Autumn, and the serene Spirit of Winter. Emily, her voice filled with awe, spoke to the spirits, "Who are you, luminous beings, a

I asked, half-sarcastic, half-freaked-out. My sister Nedra grinned. “Oh my God, Yuri. Imagine if you were a flying wolf. That’d be, like, pigs flying levels of ridiculous!” She giggled, and I couldn’t help but chuckle too, despite myself. “Sorry to disappoint,” the doctor said, “but only one animal spirit will be active at a time. You won’t be sprouting wings mid-howl.” “Damn, there goes my dream of being a literal flying wolf,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. Nedra looked equally disappointed.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

I answered back. “It’s complicated, but I’ll try my best to make you understand,” she said as her voice rang in my head. “In my previous life, I was the spirit wolf of the first Lycans who walked the earth. Aside from having differently colored eyes, I also had the ability to separate from my host’s body when in wolf form.” Is that even possible? How can a spirit wolf separate from its host? In all my years as a wolf, I had never heard of such a thing. But I knew Neeya wasn’t the type to spout nonsense just to calm me down. She wouldn’t do that

They rarely get close to the edge of the forest, where humans live. The dog was very obedient and followed behind the owner, but the dog's hunch forced him to turn his head to look at the bush again. The girl with the sexy body stepped out of the bush, and all around was the darkness. She doesn't have a piece of cloth on her. The white hair is up to shoulder length, but even more special is the pointed white ears. The dog went from a state of vigilance to a normal state of docility, as if it had learned something from the girl.

"How dare a group of ants hurt me!" "I don't believe it. How long can you last? Go to hell!" Above the void, the injured Spirit expert was so angry that his face turned livid and his whole body kept shaking. A trace of anger burst out from his body like a volcanic eruption! He was an expert in the Spirit. How could he be hurt by a group of Agility experts? What a humiliation! Even if it was only a minor injury! But he was determined not to! Kill! He must kill these Khan Clan cavalries to vent his hatred!

"But... How is that possible? How did it get in me? It almost feels like a sentient creature. Or at least one that's capable of influencing me strongly. I can't feel its presence in my mind like I feel Althea, but when it was...present...I was... I don't know how to explain it. It was like all my worst characteristics were amplified. That's why I... That's why I..." "It's why you killed Rosa," she finished. I nodded stiffly. "So when you took in your wolf spirit, you also took in something else. And that something only makes itself known when you're angry enough to feel like killing. But only sometimes? Didn't you feel like killing Rosa when you first saw her?" I shrugged. "This is confusing

“I am just an Omega wolf, and even a fairy’s reincarnation, now... even my body is made of clay, you can’t eat me... it won’t digest.” The Resentful Spirit exerted force, despite the little wolf using all her strength to push him away. All her efforts in front of the Resentful Spirit were naturally extremely feeble. In a fleeting moment, he had already held the small Orchid before his chest, then wrapped his arms around her waist tightly: “Little wolf, your words truly hurt me. Why do you feel I would devour you?” The little wolf struggled to pull herself out of the Resentful Spirit’s embrace, putting her head on his shoulder to breathe: “If... if not, then why would you want to... squeeze m