Spirit Of The Dog นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Before I could blurt it out, Denver explained things clearly. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not as special as you think right now. It’s the spirit wolf I have in me. My spirit wolf has a very high perception to the point where we both could feel someone else's mood and feelings. There’s no reading minds, more like we could easily connect to other wolves up to the depth of someone’s emotions.” I was in awe hearing everything from Denver. Though it sounded very silly, I knew he was not lying. Everything made sense to me. I figured there was no point in lying to someone as special as Denver. I calmed myself.

“Lily, this is our engagement party! He’s replacing you with a dog! Who do you think he’s insulting? “He’s insulting both of us at the same time! How can you say that it’s a joke and just forget about it?” My blood was boiling with rage. In order to give Lily the perfect engagement party, I had personally planned every single detail. I even went to the flower market and hand-picked every single flower displayed on the tables. However, she let her guy best friend humiliate me by implying that I was marrying a dog.

The type of wolf spirit they possess determine their rank, it actually determines way more than that, it determines their whole lives. It determines the type of person they will become as well, and there are some wolf spirits that are on another level, the golden, the silver and the snow wolf spirit. Having a golden wolf spirit symbolises the rage of the moon goddess, they are angry wolves by nature and are very hot-tempered so when they’re mad, they burn…like the golden ray of the sun. Kayla hate gating mad because once she does, people get hot.

His steel blue eyes held me prisoner, and I found myself not even wanting to look away. “What is his name?” He asked, his eyes finally pulling away from mine and roaming my face as if he was trying to look at every feature and memorize it. “Spirit. His name is Spirit,” I said, a warmth spreading through my chest as I said my wolf's name out loud, and I smiled. Goddess, I love my wolf!

When Saffron opened her eyes the following day, there was a scowl on her face. She closed her eyes again, wondering if she could go back to the dream she had just awoken from, and what a dream that was. Saffy never remembered her dreams, but there was no way she was going to forget this one. It had played out like a blockbuster film starring Superheroes. Jack Goldsmith and a whopping giant-sized silver-coloured dog. Not so much Wolverine, more like the overall champion dog at Crufts dog show. It was a silly dream as Jack, and the dog seemed to merge into one. The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn.

A circle of blue flames formed, surrounding the fleeing spirit of the world. "What are you doing?" the spirit of the world shouted angrily. "I will burn you and create a new spirit." Blue Firebird replied calmly as he slowly walked toward the spirit of the world. "Create a new world spirit? Hahaha, are you joking? That's impossible! Because I am still the world spirit myself," the world spirit shouted, mocking Blue Firebird's actions. What it didn't know was that Blue Firebird did have a way, but it didn't want to use it until it truly understood something from the world spirit.

She stood between me and the spirit, her head held high, her green eyes locked onto the intruder. The spirit recoiled slightly, its sharp gaze flickering with unease. “What is the meaning of this?” it demanded, its voice less commanding now. “Control your beast!” But I didn’t. “She’s not a beast,” I said, my voice steady. “She’s my wolf. And this is her territory.” The spirit growled, its form twisting as it tried to maintain its dominance. But my wolf didn’t back down. She took a step forward, her lips pulling back to reveal sharp teeth.

Steve interrupted. Kiran sneered and shook his head. “There are many types of evil spirits. If you simply deduce it as light energy deficiency, it will not cure the disease, but you might harm her instead.” “What did you say? Do you not trust me?” Father Larson said angrily. “It wasn’t you who subdued her earlier.” Kiran stared at Father Larson. “Are you saying it’s you who did it? You shameless bastard,” Steve scolded angrily. “That thing did it!” Kiran pointed at the dead black dog on the ground and said, “The black dog’s blood deterred the evil spirits.

’ Nadzieja shouted, jumping around in my head like some love-struck pup. I shouldn’t say “like” because she is some love-struck pup. As a wolf spirit, all it takes is scenting her mate to fall head over paw for him. It doesn’t matter who he is, whether he’s a good or bad person, or what situation we are currently in. All she knows and wants is him. She doesn’t care that my father is most likely watching or at least being told of every move I make, and if I act on her emotions, our mate is dead.

My nostrils flared as I sucked in deep breaths, fighting to keep my wits about me. “What do you want from me?” I rasped. If I could get it talking, then maybe I could find a way out of this. I wouldn’t. But it was worth a shot. The spirit moved to one side, its footsteps slow, predator-like. It moved to the other side, its gaze never leaving me. Its mouth opened wider, and it laughed. “Blood.” Blood? “Why?” The spirit crouched, ready to attack. “Thiiiiirsty.”