Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

Hundreds of wolves lowered their heads in respect. Slowly, I lifted my gaze toward the sky. The sunlight felt warm against my skin. In that moment, I felt something deep inside my heart. A quiet certainty. They were somewhere beyond the sky, witnessing this moment with pride. A sudden howl broke the silence. It echoed across the mountains, powerful and clear. My breath caught. I knew that howl. It belonged to the Aristea’s wolf spirit. Then, above us, a glowing figure began to form in the sky. A massive wolf spirit appeared among the clouds, its body shining with light.

Their keen senses heightened, and their minds sharp, they made for the door, ready to pursue the spy who dared to invade their sanctuary. Violet, though anxious and burdened by her condition, nodded her encouragement, knowing the necessity of their mission. She watched as the two wolves, majestic and fierce, bounded into the night, guided by moonlight and instinct, leaving behind the safety of the cabin to face a world filled with secrets, dangers, and a relentless enemy.

He took a long and hard look at all three of the wolves and then it hit him. “What spirt user are the three of you because I can't tell, your emotions and attitudes are all over the place?” Jake demanded more then he questioned. The three wolves looked back and forth at each other like they were deciding whether it was a good idea to tell Jake or not and after a few moments went by they finally said something. Connor went first. “Well I was born as a fire spirit, but I also learned earth, I didn't bother to learn water because there is no way that I could ever go with the flow. It’s way too hard to be nice to little human brats like you so why even try.”

"Spirit Wolves are the original wolves, the first of our kind to walk this earth. They predate pack structures, Alpha hierarchies, all the systems we've built over millennia. In the beginning, there were only Spirit Wolves living in harmony with nature itself." "If they're so powerful, why did they go extinct?" Aiden asked while lowering himself carefully onto the edge of the bed, his ribs clearly still bothering him. "They didn't go extinct naturally," Hela said with something dark entering her tone. "They were hunted. As regular wolves evolved alongside them, fear took root. Spirit Wolves could

The rogue wolves froze. “What is that…” one of them said. The five spirit foxes and bear appeared. Not normal foxes. But spirits from the Darklands. Their eyes glowed. They surrounded Ariana, trying to protect her. “She is our promise, and we must keep her safe.” “Who dares touch our god?” The rogue wolves stepped back immediately. Fear filled their faces. “She’s not normal…” one of them said. Another whispered, “She’s a witch…” The spirits moved closer to the rogue wolves.

I have never seen this side of when we met as wolves. Closing his eyes when the white wolf charged Rex, feeling not only the pain of that white wolf’s hits, but the emotional counter blows that the black and white wolf was forced to use in order to chip away at the white wolf’s wolf spirit, strength, and stamina, forcing the white wolf into exhaustion so he would phase back. Every time the two wolves collided, there was a impact of thunder to the air with no sound, and a flash of ice and black snow that swirled as their auras entangled with each other. Rex already knew the outcome to this battle.

My spine snapped in two. Blackness swallowed my vision whole. While I could no longer see—could no longer think against the debilitating pain—I could hear. “How is this possible?!” “Someone, grab her!” “Stop her! Stop her now!” “She’s—She’s shifting.” My bones shattered, splintering and breaking, reforming until they’d become that of a wolf. Pain was all I knew. It was the air I breathed, and the tears that fell from my eyes in rivers. The leather straps snapped, and somewhere in my mind, my wolf smiled.

Even though Honey was technically safe, still she shared in her misery as he knew that Honey was in misery right now. "And who is this young man missing?" "It was Mark Bonson. We believed he was captured by the Black Wolf's Clan." Everyone gasped with pure rage as soon as those words left the Head lips. "Damn those Black Wolf's Clan member! They should really be killed!" "They don't have souls! The punishment must be delivered to them!" "I hope they'll die and rot in hell!" Several White Wolf's Clan member had started voicing out their frustrations and rage. Murmurs started to arise but then his father suddenly shouted at the room.

"...Xavier, it's not your fault! What happened to me was because I was careless, so let me take care of this. Let my wolf out, and I'll work hard to get him under control." When he saw Wesley, Xavier shook his head. "You kill a bunch of people, some of whom are children..." When Xavier looked into Wesley's wolf, he saw what happened when Wesley changed into his wolf. But he didn't notice what had happened before that. Everyone screams in shock... But Wesley is the one who has the hardest time believing it. "—You're kidding, right? Xavier, you know I'll never do that!" Wesley's face shows trembling and denial. In the beginning, he had no trouble keeping his wolf in check... Except when there

The Veil. She knew it instinctively. The place where lost spirits wandered. Where wolves became shadows. Where the first King bargained with gods older than the moon. Her mark pulsed on her chest. Gold. Blinding. Burning. And the creature stepped in front of her. It wasn’t a man. Wasn’t a wolf. It was something in between—long-limbed, dark-skinned, with eyes like starless wells. Its fingers were too many. Its smile too wide.