Spirit Walker: Book Novels & Stories

He gave me another book. “Spirit wolves,” I read this time. “That’s what our people called them.” “I never heard of a spirit wolf,” I said. “That’s because they are thought to be instinct.” “But you think Elaeya is one?” “I think she’s a hybrid of one,” he corrected me. “Okay,” I said closing the books. “Ball-park it for me.”

The pocket-sized book Skye had shown me had filled in the gaps in my knowledge, and, at long last, we knew what we were hunting. Herb’s warning had also gone right over my head. Large, crowded events, full of people, were a breeding ground for violence and torment. Skye had left me the book – though we’d been hidden from the Clan’s eyes and ears, his family, his pack, would still worry if he’d been gone too long, which he already had been; as such, he’d had to leave soon after explaining what he and Rowan and Rosie had found in the tiny book. It didn’t look like much, faded and crinkled and tea stained as it was, but it held all of the information that would – hopefully – help us bring down

Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party. The Baron, a slim man with deadly yellow eyes, saw her, and shivered. He tried to vanish, but the air rejected his request, for Violet held him still. The sea raged against his party and began to pick them off, and fire fell amongst their midst, burning the men to cinders, but leaving the whispers to bask in the warmth of the flame. A blizzard came from Claire, and the ground shook. Whispers rushed past Rose, running to the army of the Baron, and engaging them in a productive battle that saw to

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.

Her eyes began to glow when she opened them and I was scared a little, "Men from far, men nearby," she whispered, chanting what seems to be a spell, "—To you, we will be harmless flies, cork the ears of the foolish and the wise, lower the veils across their eyes." The place fell quiet. Noticing that we were back where we met, I swallowed hard, wondering why are we here, "Umm... I thought you said W.I.K.D is just behind those bushes," I swallowed hard, "They are... But do you trust me?"

"What is a spirit walker, mother? Is it dangerous?" Mira sat on the edge of the bed and began to explain. “ A spirit walker is a very rare and special person that can go to different places in the spirit realm while their physical bodies remain at a particular place. It is like their soul can leave their body and fly to far away lands to see things and hear secrets. It is a very powerful gift, but it is also very scary because the soul can get lost.

Explicit Scenes Ahead Talks of attempted rape and abuse Sienna’s POV Friday Night You know that state when you’re half awake, half asleep, when your mind knows something’s wrong, but your body won’t respond? That’s me right now. I can feel everything, but I can’t move. It’s like my soul is screaming for me to wake up, but my body won’t listen.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

"But I am grateful for every twist and turn because it led us here—to this moment, to this place of healing and growth." Sarah smiles warmly. "Life has a way of surprising us, doesn't it? And even in the midst of the darkest storms, we found each other, offering solace, strength, and unwavering support." Ruth's gaze drifts towards the horizon, her eyes shimmering with a newfound sense of determination. "We've come so far, and now we stand at the threshold of endless possibilities. Let's embrace this newfound chapter with open hearts and open minds." As the fire crackles and dances before us, we clasp hands, forming a circle of unity.

This is it. Stepping further inside, my fingers traced the spines of books as I scanned the titles, searching for anything related to priestesses. After a few minutes, I found a section labeled Sacred Lineages and pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I was just about to settle into one of the chairs when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting maybe Brandon or Alpha Rhett—because, apparently, he had a habit of appearing whenever I least expected it—but instead, it was Ares.