Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

“Can you explain what you have just said?” Ava sighed deeply, “Sorry.” She took a deep breath. “This evening, I felt something on the property. So, I spirit walked and found a yellow-eyed demon, who wanted to talk to me. He was warning me about Lucifer and Blackie working with one another in Spokane.”

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."

The onlookers watched the fight with bated breaths, everyone in the clearing rooting for their alpha. The black wolf, which was Jonas, was severely injured, while the grey one had only a few bruises on him, and was looking as though he was getting ready to finish off the fight. Sophia watched this scenario with glee, immediately dismissing her strange experience as a pain-induced dream and mentally cheering her grandfather on, even though she felt really faint. The black wolf was beginning to panic now, and as the grey one pinned it down, and raised its hand, as though it wanted to use its claws to finish it off, the black wolf's panicked eyes darted frantically about, searching somewhere be

His punishment has been served - Landon disowned him, his pack didn’t come to his rescue, and the society had forsaken him. He’s packless, weak, alone. For a wolf, that's the worst imaginable punishment. Shawna understands. She took me away on that first night to tell me how quickly and easily a spirit wolf can turn from the light. There are stories, lores, of spirit wolves destroying their own packs for revenge. Those spirits never returned to the light. I’ve had a small taste of that darkness, and it's addictive. It’s comforting sometimes, welcoming, enfolding me like a warm, snuggly blanket, but it's false comfort.

“The instability, the memory inconsistencies and her connection to the past. It’s all a liability, and that Is the last thing we can afford right now.” “Our proposal is simple.” The third, lady Mara, lifted a thin parchment. “We employ one of three solutions, a memory suppression, retraining, or a full binding ritual to neutralize her wolf entirely.” I held their gazes, every word scraping across my chest, and I hated how it was becoming harder to hold back my emotions by the minute. “Neutralize,” I repeated quietly. “You want to strip her will.” “We want to protect the pack,” Harrow countered, smiling as though that made it sound noble. “She’s unpredictable, and unpredictable wolves break t

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.

My pulse hammered in my ears, every nerve screaming flight, but my feet stayed rooted to the ground. The wolf circled me slowly, each heavy step echoing through the fog, its presence pressing down like the weight of a storm. Its voice rolled through my mind like distant thunder. "Triad bearer," it rumbled. "The bond awakens, but it is incomplete. Threads fray at the edges." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall despite the tremble in my limbs. "What do you mean? We bound fully. The poison's gone. We're one." The spirit lowered its massive head, its muzzle brushing against my hand. The touch was cold, weightless, and yet it sent a sharp pulse through my veins, like ice and fire colli

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?

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.