Spirit Wolf Names Novels & Stories

she spoke to it. It seemed to understand as it came forward. She felt her mind link being broken into. Was this wolf trying to mind link with her? Was it a werewolf? “Mica, daughter of Red Mountains”. She gasped as she heard a hoarse voice in her head. Her eyes stayed fixated at the Alpha Wolf’s red eyes. “I am Alpha of the Sprit Wolf’s Pack”. It felt like a dream to Mica. Spirit wolfs? What did they want of her? To send her on an assignment?

There was a pregnant pause as their leader considered the woman who had brought misfortune back into their midst for a long instant. However, the gray wolf spoke not a word to the volatile red-haired witch, but turned instead towards her companion. His brow, still marked with his disapproval for what had transpired in his absence and for the issue of the Rogue’s very presence there. The Lycan issued a sigh of seemingly residual disappointment and exasperation as he asked, ‘Why are you even here, Luther?’ The answer, a long and complicated history that Luther seemed reluctant to share for fear that it would fall short of an acceptable excuse. He averted his eyes from the Lycan who had posed t

Intiyago said and I looked down at my man who was sleeping peacefully. "How are you doing this?" he allowed me to say. "You think you're the first. I get it, but you're not. You know the now-extinct Spirit Wolves, the wolves who were said to come from the underworld and have incredible powers?" Intiyago spoke as he sat himself at my feet on the bed. I jumped back and balled myself at the headboard. He'd never been that close to me in my life. The atmosphere was foreboding and the broken presence outside felt highly eminent. Loud and heavy.

Several of the other wolves nodded quietly. One stepped forward from the circle. A tall woman with deep black hair streaked with white. Her eyes glowed a faint electric blue. She studied Rose with quiet intensity. “Fire,” she said. Her voice sounded like distant thunder. Rose blinked. “…hello to you too.” The woman’s gaze shifted toward Kael. “Ice.” Kael inclined his head slightly. “You must be Storm,” he said. The woman’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “You know our clans.” “Fragments.”

Combined understanding. There was Bond. Two lovers who merged to create literal oneness. Complete union. Total unity. Each merger was different. Each collective was unique. Each unified consciousness had distinct personality. But all were successful. All were stable. All were happy with their choice. The community celebrated. Accepted. Integrated collective consciousnesses as normal. Then the first failure happened. Two young wolves attempted merger. Brothers. Close since birth. Inseparable since childhood. They were named Storm and Thunder. Both strong. Both passionate. Both determined to become collective.

Blake looked at me, his eyes appearing haunted. “Hey, are we making plans to go get Jasmine back yet?” Jasmine’s cousin, whom I recognized from earlier when we’d taken family portraits, walked into the room. “Because I can get a flight chartered from Alaska and have a good number of my warriors here in less than twelve hours.” “Thanks, Alpha Tyce.” Blake shook his hand. “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Alpha Alex Adalwolf from Pine Forest Pack.” I put my hand out to him, eager to make relationships with other alphas.

Many millions moons back, there was a wolf Shaman. A priestess. She was among the many that lived in the forests for the fear of being discovered by humans and risked the possibility of being burned alive in the plaza. Her name was White Wolf. White Wolf was the offspring of two regular wolves that decided to leave the civilization to live among their own kind. She was now thirteen. She was born and raised there and she had not realized that she had the ability to see or channel the future.

The ground cracked beneath me and pulled me under, into something that wasn’t quite a vision and wasn’t quite a dream. I stood in a burning field, ancient and wide. Flames surrounded me, and out of them, wolves stepped. Not normal wolves. Larger. With eyes like molten gold. Trial Spirits. Each one bore a mark on their chest, the same mark I had. The lead wolf spoke, but not with sound. “Name yourself.” “Rory Elowyn of House Velar,” I said aloud, though no mouth moved. “Gateborn.” The flames surged. One of the spirit wolves lunged.

Mark sat on the side of the bed and introduced himself, “Hi mate. My name is Alpha Mark Robins of the Moon Touched pack.” Tilting her head to the side, Talon giggled, “Look Amara, my mate talks. Does yours?” Amara laughed at her sister’s words before answering, “I don’t know. He just sits there staring at me with those purple eyes like I have two heads.” “Maybe you should introduce yourself and shake his hand,” Talon suggested. Sticking her right hand out, Amara quietly said, “I am Amara Nisga’a of the White Wolf clan. I am from Alaska.”

"Brother, you forgot that it is a spirit and not a demon. How about Ghost Wolf?" "It may be a spirit, brother, but it is not dead. How about The Undead Wolf?" "Hey hey hey! You two stop it right now." I said and gave Ren a look. "And Ren, I am not naming my wolf spirit undead like the zombie from the W*lk*ng Dead." Ren and Dan were about to make a comment about it when I quickly said, "And no. I am not naming my wolf The W*lk*ng Dead either, so if you guys got no cute or nice name to say then I suggest you guys zip it." Nate started to snicker at the twins but stopped when they glared at him.