Spirit Warrior Book Novels & Stories

“Well, I am here. I know you all don’t trust me, but my only intention is to help you not end this world, our world. If I could trade positions with you, I would already have done so. At least I have nothing to lose, and my friends will understand.” “How much do you know about the Guardian?” “Not much. There’s nothing written in the modern books than a children’s version of the spirit of the wolf.” “An Alaskan alpha gave us a book, but I haven’t been able to read it. It has something to do with a wolf spirit and a woman with the power of a—” “Thousand wolves? That’s absurd, but yeah.” “Yeah.”

Dropping a kiss on Xavier’s forehead, I whispered quietly’ “I am so sorry my little warrior” “I know Mama” he replied hoarsely We held on tightly to each other as the tempo of the drumming and the chant changed and the effect could be felt because we could hear the loud chirps of birds, the cries of the coyotes, the roar of lions, the hiss of the snakes and the force of the wind as it shook and rattled the trees in the forest without honing our senses to hear them like always. They, all too could feel what was coming. Our time was up and I honestly do not know how things were going to turn out. Even at this hour when the morning was almost finally upon us.

When my Grandfather had been alive and was confronted about it, he would reply, “There is one Great Spirit Creator of All and it is not our place to judge Him, but the other way around. Great Spirit is the Great Spirit of All, not just the Ojibwe, not just the American Indigenous Peoples. Great Spirit has appointed the Starlord to rule all. And when He rules, the world will be healed.” Victor was gone. The dark spirit was gone. Grandfather and I stood in Victor’s living room. The calendar on the wall said it was 1990. The house looked like something out of the 1980s. I knew the year that Victor would burn the church would be 1992, just two years from this point. Two years of that dark spirit

Handing it over to me, his eyes looked gloomy. “You won’t find comfort in these pages,” he said. “But you may just find what you are looking for.” I opened carefully, my fingers trembling and sweaty all of a sudden, the pages smelled old, worn out and ripped off at the edges. On the first page, written in red ink fading and peeling, were the words: “The Blood in Her Name.” “What is this?” I asked, the title multiplying my fears. “An account of wolves born with what we called... dark spirits.” He folded his hands across his chest as he spoke. “Wolves who walked two paths at once, light and darkness, peace and destruction.”

Dark blood seeps through his pale skin. I kneel quickly beside him, trembling so hard I can barely hold myself steady. The spell in my hand has changed—it’s written in clear, concise English now. The words shimmer like pure firelight, and though they are heavy, ugly, rooted in the dark, they feel fiercely alive and necessary. I take a single, deep breath and start reading, my voice surprisingly strong despite the shaking. “From ash to bone, from blood to breath, Tear the veil and defy death..."

“See her? She’s a healer. The Redrock Pack seems to think they can hide behind treaties and territory lines, but this is a new world we’re creating for supernaturals and she’s going to be our message.” I cough up blood, glaring up at them through a haze of pain. My rage simmers below the surface but there’s nothing I can do about it yet. I spit at the gorilla’s feet, blood landing on his boots. “You won’t survive this. One day, maybe not today or even tomorrow, but one day I’ll make sure you pay.” The large man laughs, “Don’t need to. I just need you quiet until the boss gets here. He’s got big plans for you.”

He looked at me once, and I heard his voice in my mind: *Run. But as the first rogue crashed through the window, my fire exploded outward. Not just flames - phoenix fire, white-hot and alive. It consumed three rogues instantly, turning them to ash. "Impossible," Sophie breathed. "You haven't even shifted—" "MONA!" Father's roar echoed through the forest. The pack warriors had arrived, drawn by the fighting. I stood there, wrapped in flames, surrounded by ash, with Derek's wolf form standing protective beside me. Father's eyes went wide with shock, then narrowed with fury.

Dust covered most of its surface, and the pages looked ancient. "This came from Elder Rowan's private collection." I frowned. "And?" Jackson carefully opened the book. Several pages had been marked, highlighted, and referenced. His finger stopped on one specific passage. "You need to read this." I pulled the journal closer. The handwriting was difficult to decipher, faded badly by age. Yet one sentence immediately stood out. My blood ran cold. Beside me, Sienna read it too and froze. The passage described spirit-bound wolves. Rare wolves capable of existing partially between the physical and spiritual worlds. Wolves capable of sensing things others couldn't. Seeing things others couldn't. Co

With a roar, five of the largest, strongest warriors unsheathed their swords and charged toward me. "Die, witch!" They moved fast, swinging their blades with lethal intent. But to me, they might as well have been moving in slow motion. I didn't even draw a weapon. I didn't even flinch. BOOM!! With a simple wave of my hand, I released a burst of pure spiritual energy. It was like an invisible bomb had detonated right in front of them. The five warriors were instantly thrown backward as if hit by a speeding truck. Their bodies flew through the air, crashing into the stone pillars and the decorated tables, landing in heaps, completely knocked out cold.

he explained. " So you felt the best way to handle it was to lie to me?" I asked angrily. " Samantha, please, I was only trying to protect us from certain death. Spirit wolves rarely use weapons to fight because they don't need any. I couldn't let you go out there knowing your weakened state," he explained, and I became mad. I hated it when anyone called me weak. I had been bullied, maltreated and rejected because I was presumed weak. How dare he, a Gamma, call me weak?