Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

She was beautiful. I tried to muster words from my lips, but couldn’t come much further than opening and closing my mouth again. I couldn’t quite focus and I let the small blade fall from my hand as I took a step back from the eerie figure. We both stood there, watching each other. The female wolf spirit studied me, while I did the same. Soft white petals fell down from the sky, covering the earth with a soft snowy blanket. The weather had been changing these days and it wasn’t strange that it would begin to snow soon. At this moment it just felt magical as the little drops whirl down through the trees, falling around us.

"It’s not glowing." "Which means?" "The vortex is already gone." He glanced at her. "You know how to call one, right?" "I…" Janet thought of the whirling wind in her kitchen, the spell her mother taught her. "Yeah." "All right, let's go. We can get away before the pack if we hurry." But he hadn't gone more than a few yards when a wolf's high, spooky howl erupted into the pure night air from very close. First one, then another, then another, swelling the note to a harmony, then to a chorus, as if they were singing together on purpose.

Troy asked. “This generation it’s Stryxx and Dove. Last generation it was Shyfter and Anaki. Our OG generation was Kurgi and Skye. That makes 3 different, distinct wolf spirits inside of Rei! Every thing I need him to accomplish he does it without questions. There is no better human.” Dove smiled. “I will agree to sit with you, be candid and honest with you about Briar, Kitsune, and I, you let Briar live, and punish me as you see fit.” Troy offered.

The blaze made Logan's eyes sting with tears and he stepped back and they all watched as the bodies of their dead comrades went up in flames. As the smoke rose up into the air, their chantings turned to howls as each wolf began to morph into their respective wolf forms until all around Logan were wolves with different colours of pelt. They raised their snouts in the air and howled with a collective voice as a sign of their shared grief.

, and no one could tell him what to do, which meant he got away with everything. On my 13th birthday, everyone from the pack hosted a party for me to come into my wolf spirit. I was dressed pretty in a purple skirt and a white shirt, with my favorite black flip-flops. Mom curled my hair pretty. A way to know someone has come into their spirit is if their eyes glow. This is something that would only happen once to a wolf, and only on their 13th birthday, just to signify the connection between their wolves. Their eyes would glow all day. Afterward, their eyes would only turn black when their wolf is in control of their bodies. The Alpha\'s eyes would glow bright red. A beta\'s eyes will glow a

From the stones, from the fog, from the broken cracks beneath our feet. “You speak with such hope, Alpha,” Berra mocked. “But hope will only make the fall harder.” Spirits rose from the ground in front of us. First one, then five, then ten. They looked like wolves made of smoke, their eyes glowing red, their teeth sharp as knives. I pushed Prese behind me and let my claws slide out. “Stay back, Prese. Don’t move.” The first spirit wolf lunged. I ripped it apart with one strike. Smoke burst into the air, but more rushed forward. My claws slashed, my fangs tore, but each time one disappeared, another rose.

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.

Kieran breathed a harsh sigh of relief as we crossed the threshold, but his grip on my hand tightened until it hurt. We moved deeper into the white world until we reached the base of the highest mountain. The Frost Peaks stood like jagged teeth against the sky. As we tried to move forward, a spirit wolf appeared again. It placed a massive, translucent paw on the ground in front of Kieran, blocking his path. "No," the spirit wolf rumbled. The voice was like an avalanche. "The protector stays in the valley. The Sovereign enters the Peaks alone. This is the law of the first blood."

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

Multi-colored flags flap in the light breeze along the park’s periphery and the pavilion itself is trimmed with floral studded swags and twinkle lights. A hush settles over the crowd as we make our way to the pavilion where Ian, Darby, Sean and Jack wait. To the opposite side, four fully garbed Pawnee carry traditional drums and rattles. Members of Anna’s family. The Wolf People come to honor their partnership with the spirit wolf, one of their own becoming a wolf.