Spirit Warrior Book Novels & Stories

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

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.

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”

“I have to do something fast.” “Save him,” my wolf, serene, spoke. “How?” “Heal him. Do it fast,” she urged, her voice impatient and sharp with urgency. I remembered reading in that book from the abandoned library that Fox Spirits could heal. It was their special trait. Immediately, I placed my hands on Lucas, my eyes shining with determination. I could feel a surge of energy leaving me rapidly. Color restored on his face, his breathing becoming more stable. Even though I felt like my soul was leaving my body, I didn’t stop. Instead, I held him tighter. “Pheobe, stop!. You’ll die at this rate,” my wolf roared, but I ignored her. I kept going. Then John pulled me away and I collapsed, my cons

He replied to our enemies’ threat with a torch of fire while a loud roar broke through. To my surprise, when the fire vanished, the Red Warriors were pretty much unburned and taking a fighting stance. They were aiming at me, thinking that I was the weakest link. My hands tingled as spirit fire escaped them and I moved them in mid-air, creating a shield around us that I knew would only last a couple of minutes, so we had to act fast. I exchanged a knowing look with Egan and we both attacked at the same time. We held our hands as I moved my free hand in circles while Egan breathed a fire typhoon. His bright orange fire and my golden-ish spiritual fire intertwined in a colourful spiral reachin

It was Zephyr, an elder of the pack known for his wisdom and connection to the spirit realm. Zephyr approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and ancient knowledge. "The path ahead is treacherous," he warned, his voice carrying a haunting echo. "But the spirits whisper of loyalty and strength within our ranks. Seek their guidance, and you shall find the way." His words struck a chord within us, reminding us that our fight extended beyond the physical realm. The spirits had always played a role in our pack's journey, offering guidance and protection in times of need. We couldn't underestimate the power of their presence.

What he stood to gain from killing the man. Yet I couldn’t ask them. At least not now. Not until I understood my heart. I clutched the book I borrowed from the library tightly to my chest as I crossed the lawn. It was a book about spirit wolves. Ancient beings that existed before wolves came into light. It’s been two days since I started reading it, trying to understand what I saw that night at the shore. Trying to make sense of the being that stood in the light that nearly took my sight from me. At the same time, I was trying to distract myself from Vincent and the silence between us. I stepped onto the lawn, walking past the fountain when I noticed the eyes watching from a distance.

I closed my eyes, took another breath, and then spoke aloud: “I know you’re confused. He’s coming for me because I am a Spirit Wolf—I am the Guardian of all living Spirit Wolves, the last remaining Spirit Wolf Alpha.” The murmurs grew louder, the pack visibly unsettled. Some looked frightened, others confused. “What you’ve been told is wrong,” I continued. “Spirit Wolves are not infected with evil. We are not monsters. We are like you—except that magic runs in our blood. We possess abilities beyond ordinary wolves, blessings from the Moon Goddess herself. Our magic is given to us by her, not passed down through generations like our wolves. I am grateful for this pack’s protection, and I will

“Damien, you said that your Aboriginal relatives think your books exploit their cultural heritage and beliefs. But you put the spirits in your stories not to make the books sell more, but to honor the possibility that spirits exist. Right? — Honestly, for me, writing is not such a deliberate, conscious process. A first thing I had was Kalti, and I knew – I don't know how – that he was Aboriginal. So is of course this character had a totem, and I think it was the sea eagle, because that's what I know better. The waitress returned with new drinks and he thanked her before continuing. — I didn't even know if I could sell my book. I had already written two others before, and I received a pile of