Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

“I am just connecting the dots. Two strange women from nowhere without a scent appear in the pack, a girl of five who suddenly turns out to be the mate of the Beta. And that all happens within the circle of the pack's high rankings. Does that strike you as coincidence, Alpha?” Now it's Alpha Remus' turn to look doubtful. “No, my common sense tells me there are too many coincidences going on here,” he muses thoughtfully. “I am in no position to force the Alpha King to reveal his secrets, the Council has no right to do so. I would have thought he would trust me as a good friend”, he sighs somewhat disappointed. “But whatever it is that Midnight Moon is facing, I know this pack has been unbeata

It's just indescribable, I want to run through the forest, I just feel like it impossible! - Apparently your artifact blocked the energy flows, and when you took it off, the energy gushed out in waves, even in jolts, and therefore you were covered with euphoria. And the she-wolf felt the same, and therefore rushes to freedom. Energy seethed in her, so she was alarmed, not understanding what was happening. You just need to calm down a bit. Well, tomorrow we'll see how you feel. Then we run. But, probably, I’ll call Matvey too, - noticing that I looked up at her in surprise, she explained: - You never know how a she-wolf will behave and listen to me. But together we will insure you, - and she

They were not friendly, and they were intent on harming us. I turned to the stranger and realized that this was a trap. He had lured us into a dangerous situation, and now we were in real danger. "You tricked us!" I shouted, as I lunged at him. But he was fast, and he dodged my attack. The rest of my pack was fighting for their lives against the other wolves. I knew I had to act quickly to save them. I called out to the spirits of the forest, pleading for their help. Suddenly, I felt a surge of power. I felt my body fill with energy, and I could feel the spirits of the forest responding to my call. I let out a mighty roar, and a powerful blast of energy erupted from my body. It hit the stran

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

NIRVANA “Be serious, Nirvana,” the female wolf spirit just said my name. “Wait. How do you know me?” I felt goosebumps erupt all over my body. “You died by a dark magic and brought back to life by magic. Your soul has been saved. You are pure and chosen to have an animal spirit to protect you, guide you, and help you protect the people you care about from the evil that walks on earth, but you must never abuse it.”

I was certain that everyone in my pack had slowly turned against me. If I wanted their trust back. I needed to act fast. As I started the car, my hand trembled against the wheel. I let out multiple deep breaths to keep myself calm. Wilder had successfully turned my best friend against me. He had done too much. But this time around, he wasn’t going to get away with it. I shoved all the thoughts away and focused on driving over to Seraphina’s house. She was the witch who did the spell that linked Halle and Wilder’s lives together.

The one burdened by centuries of regret. But then he turned sharply, nostrils flaring. “We’re not alone.” My pulse jumped. “What?” He motioned for silence. The air shifted. A faint shimmer appeared in the distance, like light bending wrong. Then I saw it like a shape, pale and trembling, emerging from the fog. A wolf. No… not alive. Its eyes glowed white, its body translucent, trailing mist. A spirit of Meadow Pack “What is that?” I breathed. Varic drew his sword in one swift motion. “A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.”

“Breathe. Look at me.” I tried. But the hallway spun. The noise grew. Footsteps pounded from the far end of the building. A wave of bodies pushing closer. Phones raised. Faces twisted in disgust, shock, curiosity. A mob. Aiden swore under his breath. “We need to go.” I couldn’t move. My legs refused to work. My hands were numb. My wolf shrank back, panicked, clawing at my insides. “Aiden” My voice broke. “I …I can’t”

Let's see how any of you passes. “You're the … the white…” "Yes, I am," I cut off Ciara's stuttering. "And like I said previously, turn back." My voice was thick and frightening. What shocked me more was that they could hear it. My mouth was moving, words spoken aloud. Wolves never spoke verbally, only through mindlink. And yet here I was, speaking. I might be the only wolf who could. Their shock was almost greater than mine. “Ava?" Axton whispered softly, disbelief burning in his eyes.

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.