Spirit Warriors Book Novels & Stories

After a moment of silence and my still debating about whether I should shift my energy frequency to see the spirit, he added, “If you desire, I can simply speak without being seen. Snow sees me without effort. That is good enough for me.” Although I’d seen and spoken to spirits on multiple occasions, it had always been on my terms. I called them in and ran the show. Having one appear like this with such a strong connection to my side of the reality veil was a little disconcerting. Because he had so much clarity of voice and I could literally see Snow’s fur moving where he must have been petting him, I doubted I’d have to do much frequency shifting. Even so, I was uncomfortable with the w

I was afraid that even if Kai and I combined our powers it wouldn’t be enough to put her down. “Heill mér af it fjölkyngi til minn langfeðgar, it ljøs til fjǫr,” I whispered as my flames enveloped me completely and I concentrated on the spirits around me. I prayed for worthiness, for purity of soul. I prayed for strength to avenge my fallen brethren and I prayed for life. “You are more than worthy, Jericho,” a voice said behind me and I opened my eyes. The spirits of my ancestors stood in a circle around me and next to me I saw Karani. I could feel their power flow into me, the combined strength making me feel invincible. I felt another presence and looked at Kiran as he appeared next to me.

I stripped to a sports bra and leggings, athletic frame craving rhythm to purge, sneakers pounding elevator to street shadows. Central Park trails swallowed me the next morning, dawn mist cloaking paths like secrets, tight black curls damp against mahogany neck, hazel eyes scanning rhythms—legs pumping piston, lungs burning sweet fire. South Side ritual, escape valve for chaos churning. Footfalls echoed mine, sudden, precise, stalking grace. Kenji. Jet-black hair slicked ruthlessly, running gear black minimalist clinging lean predator build, scarred jaw, set determination quiet.

Breathless and overwhelmed, I told her the truth. “I’d been given a chance to live again, and I’m not wasting it for nothing. I told her I wanted to be with my family and those I cared about. She said wolf spirit could come in handy against bad people. I paraphrased. She talked about power, loyalty, and guardianship. She also said she’s already me, a part of me.” I looked at Zarah. “Is that possible?” “Yes. The reason I couldn’t detect dark and negative vibes in her. The spirit warrior is protecting her.”

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 made so much sense the amount of respect that was given to Alpha's now and how everyone waited until they were seated before they did as much as a breath. Luckily most of my cognitive years were spent here, so I knew so little about my kind, and I had not experienced the strictness I read in these books. My wolf and I had not bonded, and sometimes I wondered if she even existed. The books were helping, though. I began to feel like there was more than one spirit in me, and I even practiced some of what I read just so I could see the impact it would have.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Neither option comforted me, but being the White Wolf wasn't about comfort. I would have to speak with Axton first to hear what he has to say about it. His perspective had a way of grounding me, even when I didn't want to admit it. Once I got home, I grabbed the books Axton had brought me and carefully went through them one after another. The pages were old and smelled faintly like dust and pine, probably a result of being kept in the library for decades. I read slowly at first, scanning for anything that caught my attention, then faster when the information became repetitive.

The creature hissed, recoiling from the heat, its twisted limbs curling as it tried to retreat. Evelynn took a step forward, then another, the fire bending to her will, forming a wall of light between them and the creature. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, feel the sweat on her skin, the tremor in her hands. Aiden’s hand found hers, and together they moved as one, the bond between them a conduit for strength, courage, and something deeper—something unspoken. The creature gave a final, distorted shriek, a sound that scraped against the stones and echoed through the ruins. And then, as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished, slipping back into the shadows, leaving only sile

gosh, why was she so stupid to fall in love with a man who had no firmness in his heart. “I'm not crazy.” Jacob didn't care if his hand was swatted away for now. But later, he made sure she would come back. The Jacob who is now is not like a cowardly man and wavering between goals and what he wants for his life. Experience had taught him many valuable lessons.