Spirit Of The Dog Novels & Stories

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

“Combat mode activated: King of All Dogs.” “Command issued: all canines in the city, protect the host immediately.” The moment that command went out, the air itself seemed to freeze. Then, in the next second, barking erupted everywhere. From nearby rooftops. From the streets below. From the ruins in the distance. Bark. Bark. Bark. It was the response of thousands of dogs. A massive Tibetan mastiff leaped onto the rooftop first. Then came a pack of strays. Then mutated golden retrievers, German shepherds, and Rottweilers.

Think 3D video call with with your animal counterpart as the deliverer. Well… Who is it from?! It's scaring the shit out of me! [It's from Kael Duskbane.] Serena gave the Wolf a once over. Kael?! That bastard! Scaring me out of bed this early morning! The spirit-wolf tilted its head, its eyes gleaming like twin silver flames. Seren took little calming breaths to stabilize her heartbeat but before she could completely calm down the spirit-wolf spoke. When it spoke, Instead of hearing maybe a different voice she heard Kael’s sexy and deep voice that carried that quiet authority that could command an army or make her pulse jump. And her pulse did jump in shock.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

The accompanying thunder crashes and booms, the cathartic percussion racing in every direction for miles. Spirit Wolf, hear me and look upon the life of Ian Gallagher, Alpha of Candlewood pack. See how he has honored the wolf spirit you put in the world. See his love and protection of his mate, like you with the Evening Star. See his devotion to pack. If Ian is lost, set his eyes to the Wolf Road between heaven and earth. Set his heart and paw on the path home. If he is gone, welcome him to the spirit fires, for he is a wise and wily wolf, a good spirit consul. Bid him be patient for his mate will not be long.

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.

A team was moving fast between Crow City and Nightingale City. The Spirit Cage was a retro world. So, there were no high-tech vehicles that existed in the real world, but only the most primitive means of transport. The cart was pulled by a kind of animal named the Foal Beast. It was docile, strong, and fast. Once tamed, it would be very obedient. David was in one of the carriages. With his image and strength, he passed the screening easily.

I sighed, “I don’t care Spirit. He is arrogant and self-centered and everything I do not want in a man. Besides even if he was perfect, I am not interested in being claimed. I am my own person; I do not need to be owned.” Spirit growled, “The moon goddess matched you. By declining you are dishonoring your heritage.” I rolled my eyes, but Spirit just kept going, “I can smell him all the way over here. We need to go there and let him claim us. We need to mate with him!” I put a pillow over my head trying to shut Spirit out who was just howling on and on like a dog in heat. I couldn’t even have a normal conversation with her anymore. What the hell happened to my intelligent wolf?

I braced myself, claws and fangs bared, ready to fight, but to my surprise, the wolf passed straight through me, its form a mere shadow. I stood still, my irritation mounting. Why the hell didn’t I think about that? The wolf circled back, and I couldn’t help but growl, the sound low and menacing in my chest. "You're a fucking spirit," I snapped, my voice sharp with frustration. "I know you're pissed about what I did to that girl, but you can’t do anything to me. If you really want to kill me, just get the hell out of here and go back to your other half, dog."

A sleeping dog! Ferlah did everything to stop him and calm him down silently, but she failed. She even made weird poses and hand gestures just so she couldn't make any noise but it didn't work. Both Kalen and the clueless dog was startled. Kalen jumped in shock as he released a loud scream while the pitiful animal whimpered in pain after being stepped on the head. In a split second, everyone's attention was already fixed on them–including the men at the other side of the alley who were sticking sketches on the stone walls.