Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

“I know what you are” The voice rings like an alarm in my ears. I know that voice… but it can’t be. Fear pumps my heart to dangerous speeds as realization hits, and I run over to my phone, scrolling through recent calls. I almost don’t believe the name on my screen. But who else could it be? It’s her. It’s Tara. Tara was the wolf who saw me. She’s the one who called me last night and confirmed she knows I’m a black wolf—the prophecy. She’s the only one, besides her grandmother, who knows what that means. I don’t even know what it fully means.

Rogue Wolves . But before I could alert anyone they already invaded us . I pushed Arya to my back as three of them came at me . Rogue wolves fought without dignity but I was ready . They surrounded me and I tried fighting them but they were crazed with blood . One of them got to Arya . Then I heard a piercing scream that chilled my bones . Arya . I fought the wolves of with all my strength and killed them all . My wolf had become feral and angry but by the time I was done, I was a bit too late .

I brought out the sauces to not be obvious. "Yeah… like those pagans who were casting the ritual where they intended to sacrifice you as his bride—" "Bride?!" My eyes widen and this time I lost my cool. I do remember something like that. Was I the bride of that Beast? I shivered even at the implication. Sally oblivious as ever rolled her eyes, waving her hand around "They do this all the time. Like a booty call for the ancient spirits. In the olden days, they would even drown pretty women in rivers when they would run dry. Crazy if you ask me, how can you entice a centuries-old spirit who has his sausage shriveled up." She took a bite, moaning and I just looked at her revolted.

His body grows weaker and frail, but his mind is as sharp as ever. Everest Ironclaw is luckier than most wolves who suffer from Crimson Lung, having caught it so late in life, after he had already lived a full one. He is one of the oldest members of the pack at a hundred and six. His mate returned to the ground thirteen years ago and he must look forward to being reunited with her spirit again. Wolves believe after their passings, their spirits find their mates, and other loved ones, and they run together among the trees for all eternity in the spirit world. Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit t

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

He teased. “Please, can we be serious? How do I discover my full potential?” “Ah. First, you must find and connect with your wolf’s spirit.” He shifts in his posture as he struggles to find the right words. “See, before your wolf completely takes over and you turn into your wolf’s appearance, you’ll need to tame them first. Befriend them. Earn their trust. It’s a different story for everyone since their wolves’ personalities are a manifestation of themselves in their primitive instincts.”

Jax's voice cuts off abruptly, his presence vanishing like smoke as the bracelet's protection wraps around my consciousness like armor. "I'm okay," I whisper to Knox, my voice steadier now that the pain has receded. "Just... overwhelmed by the sacred energy." Knox's expression remains worried, but he nods as Elder Lina begins the ancient incantations that will call forth the wolf spirits. The ceremony proceeds exactly as it should. As the moon reaches its zenith, a magnificent wolf spirit materializes above the pool—silver and ethereal, its eyes holding the wisdom of countless generations. The wolves gasp in unison as the spirit's blessing washes over us all, bringing healing, strength, and

And then, from the edge of the forest, a great she-wolf emerged. Not flesh. Not fur. Spirit. Translucent white, eyes glowing like pale moons. I stumbled back. But her voice slid into my mind like warm honey over shattered glass. “Bloodbound.” “What are you?” I whispered aloud. Her head tilted. “You are. You were. You must remember.” The world tilted. “Remember what?” But she didn’t answer. She turned and disappeared into the forest. My legs moved before my mind did. I followed her deeper than I should’ve gone. Past the sanctuary’s borders. Through snow-laden woods until the trees thinned—and I found them.

"I was a human once. Like you I too loved a wolf. But he rejected me and wouldn't make me his Luna Lover. The spirits became angry when we weren't mated for life. It's my curse to fly among humans and never be one again. It's my fate to never be dead. If I could get a soul, I could finally be put to rest and maybe I could find him, my Chief Bearpaw in the afterlife beyond the mountain peaks. But I must prove myself worthy before the moon goddess Luna and that has not happened yet." The Ghost casts her form against the sky and a woman with ghostly black hair appears in a long braid. She looks native American and is beautiful like Chief Wolfpaw's bride. "Did you say, Chief Bearpaw? Is that Chi

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.