Spirit Wolves Novels & Stories

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

The air was cold, and the night was dark. But it doesn’t matter for the young wolf. What is cold to his thick, coarse fur– what is dark for his eyes that sees better in the shadows? This is his first night as a Delta Guard. Finally, a part of the pack and not just a litter pup. He runs through the woods, feeling the tree branches snap as he passes them by. Squirrels and rabbits, foxes and deers, all make way as they sense him near. Is this what freedom feels like? Is this what power is? The wilderness calls and he answers.

“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

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.

And when she felt that terrible pain, as if her soul wanted to escape from her? She doesn't understand anything anymore, her mind has been so confused lately She heard the sound of movement in front of her to let go of her hair and stare silently at the wolf standing in front of her and his looks were sad while his companion was in pain I slowly walked up to him to sit in front of him and hugged him, bursting into tears afterwards And she didn't see March's very sad looks, as his eyes turned gray 'the color of sadness for wolves' " I want my father, my mother, and all that I lost because of your herd. "

[Player Halen, your request violates the rules. "I'll use these 90 points to exchange for a 'Spirit' identity." I stared at the man howling in loneliness on the screen amidst the blizzard, speaking word by word: "I want to become a shadow in his childhood, a contract, a... Wolf Spirit that belongs only to him." The System remained silent for a long time. [Transaction Accepted.] [Teleporting to: Killian's Seventh Year.] [Identity Generated: Unnamed Wolf Spirit.] --- Winter, 20 Years Ago.