Spirit Walker: Book Novels & Stories

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

I was angry, confused, and frustrated. I did not know what else to do. The air was cold, and it was biting into my skin. My lungs were burning, and I could hear the pounding of my wolf's rage echoing in my chest. I wasn't thinking, I just kept walking. I walked past the bus stop, past the roads I wanted to be far away from the place and person I hoped to call home someday. I walked a little further until I reached my destination.

"It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart " "1788. July 4th 1788. Captain John Mears named it after Mt Olympus in Greece." I replied. This was too much of a coincidence. I needed to explore the mountains. But at the moment a much more pressing matter was taking priority. First I needed sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a difficult day. I would be starting with the task of calling all the Alphas in the country. I knew some would come out of loyalty, some would come out of curiosity, and some would come out of fear. The ones that scared me the most were the ones that would come to try and lay claim to our pack. We didn't fight with anyone. They would want to take us down bec

I stood with my feet planted firmly apart and my arms raised to the sky as I read my spell in a soft, firm tone, “Tóg dom as an áit seo do bhaile, a chur chugam díreach ná a dhéanamh dom roam. Cheilt dom ó gach súl draíochta, dom a chosaint ó bhannaí ina gceangal mar sin iad siúd perusing dom dall.” The ground trembled beneath my feet and my surroundings swirled around me with such speed I wasn’t able to identify anything. I was caught in a whirlwind of energy for so long I became nauseous. My muscles trembled and jolted as I fell to my knees. I was dizzy and disoriented. Panic took over. I was so new at doing magic. Had I done the spell incorrectly? Was I going to die in this funnel of ene

I wanted to leap out of bed and run to the drugstore as I had after Ethan, but I was unable to move. Seeing the flask of whisky on the mattress not far from me, I reached for it and drained it of the remains of its contents. The buzz returned and blissful sleep eased my worried mind.

Elena said, looking up to see the winter fairy spirit in front of her. “Is that what you think? Do you know what you're about to do? That book you possess is called the book of shadows which contains spells and magic that could lead to ultimate chaos and destruction! You must be very careful Elena when you use such spells.” The winter fairy said gazing at her. “How come I am able to read and understand these words. I know I haven't seen this kind of writing.” Elena said, handing the book to the winter fairy spirit.

The storm was calm now But the destruction at it's trail was enough to give a hint of Ezra's wolfs power As I made my way towards the centre a burnt clearing welcomed me with 100s of years old trees uprooted,burnt grass and smell of smoke. I sensed a presence behind me and before turning only I knew who it was A voice cold as ice sent shivers down my spine "Who are you??" When I turned I saw those ice blue eyes staring at me "Ezra..please come back!! I know you can hear me..please control your wolf..I know you will never destroy so many lives...you are humane" I waited Waited for her response but it never came Instead she started moving towards me with a scruitinising look

wolf spirits luring travellers into ravines. Some of it was less easy to dismiss. Stories repeated across regions and decades: silver burns; wolves with human minds; fated pairings described as recognition in the bones before the brain caught up. I read that last line three times and hated every word of it. Bailey’s voice came back to me in my living room, bright and teasing and too perceptive by half. If you ever meet someone and it feels like your bones recognise them before your brain does… I shut the book and pushed it away.

“Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.” He had the analogy all wrong. She wasn’t the eye of the tempest. She was the storm, wiping out everything in her path, destroying the lives of those she loved. Abby stirred. “You’re comparing me to a monstrous sea nymph—a siren with a flayed soul that sits on a heap of decaying bones and lures any mortal who sails by with a bewitching song. You may be right.” “Baby, no—”

Aesthelia wonders why it went wrong; did the book have the wrong title? "It is not," the spirit answered, and he added, "You've read the right book." Aesthelia was so confused at this point, that's why she let herself fall into darkness and the last thing she heard is the spirit saying, "I am your wolf"