Spirit Warriors Book Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Whether it was in Velocisaurus or in his own place, it had always lacked a place with sufficient Spirit energy to supply it. However, the abundant Spirit energy in the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book gave the Dragon Tribe a chance to use their heart. "F*ck, Samuel, you are really despicable. You actually used such a despicable method to deal with me!" On one side, the white shadow could not help but curse when he heard Samuel's words. "Shut up!" Yvonne and Velocisaurus blurted out almost at the same time, and then looked at Samuel at the same time.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

my wolf said I snickered and turned away from the aggravating male. “Tomorrow we leave at sunrise” I said He didn't say anything *** By sunrise, we crossed the final ridge. The camp came into view—smoke rising from fires, warriors training, healers moving like ants. Warriors welcomed us and I waved and went to find Aria. She stood at the center, hair white as moonlight flowing down her back, voice strong as she directed warriors. She turned—and the moment she saw the book in my hands, her eyes filled with tears.

I pat his knee, “It’s not your fault, I think the magic was just able to grow over the centuries it’s been here. It was sentient almost, and didn’t want me to have any claim on Brax.” Brax’s face pales as he watches me. “I did this?” “No, tattoos, you didn’t. The spirits within the land did.” I sigh, the healing magic warming through my body. “The forest here is very old. She will protect us now.” “Yeah… guys…” Rhett says again, " I don’t think we need to worry about that right now. I think we have bigger problems ahead of us.” “Like what?” I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“If that is so, why are you bothering with entertaining a discussion with me? Their Light Fay Priestesses are not mine to control, and neither are the angels they are protecting. What I do or do not do has no relevance to you.” “The realm of the earth will be ours, regardless of what you do or do not do.” “And my daughter will make sure that you do not succeed.” End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3)

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

“It’s not another dead end.” I held the book up, opening to the worn page, the faded ink still clear enough to read. “There’s a story. A wolf… a warrior. He died, and his mate wouldn’t let him go. She waited for the full moon, and when the light touched his skin… something happened.” Liz’s lips parted, but no words came out. “They said the soul remembered. That it came back.” She blinked, eyes flicking down to the book, then back up to me.

S. ______ This book is gonna cover many issues like this! Please have patience with me. I love all of you who are still giving it a read you guys, this means a lot xx