The Last Spirit Wolf Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

Leenie beanie” I'm not okay but I say smoothly yeah I'm fine just had a beer with dad I think I need to go lye down for a moment looking over at Gaia mom says “ come here girls lena is not feeling well could you all keep her company until dinner is ready monaye starts whining “ ugh mom I hungry now can I have a small bite before I have to tend to the golden child” I yell out “ hey I'm not the golden child it's always the last child mom would never let me eat before dinner and look at her practically feeding you !” mom looks up guilty as charged cupping monaye’s face giving her a big kiss on the forehead monaye squirms “ mom stop they are going to talk about this forever “ we head to Gaia an

I hissed as they pulled her to the far courtyard where the prison was located. "When you were Luna, you thought you were all in all, see you are being treated now!" My lower lip pulled straight, curving into a smirk. "Elene, have you seen that woman," I pulled Elene's attention to her. "She has been like the dark Luna whom we defeated, we've got another task, to torture and defeat her too." "Really?" She rushed to my right side. "I guess she's quite easy to deal with, she's a born werewolf after all, the dark Luna was a spirit."

We don’t need a mate. These last thoughts were from hers. I could see a hulking wolf pacing within the periphery of my vision. Her body seemed half physical and half smoke. She was snarling, her bright fangs glinting in the pale blue fire of the hall. Only I could see her. Elena. My spirit wolf. “There you are.” A cold voice came from a doorway that existed only to the Elites. All of us lesser werewolves were waiting in this tightly-packed darkened corridor that led into the main ballroom. I could see several other pack members gawk at who had arrived.

She waved a hand on my entire, Adonis-like body “…is not a glamour?” “No,” Dear Goddess, why does this woman always make me laugh? “This is my real body,” I added. “You will be the judge of that if you will become my wife soon.” I then gave her a masculine wink. “And that flame back in the wall?” Elaine arched her brows. “An exclusive gift for White Wolves only,” I replied. “White Wolves are Elementals. Brown Wolves can read, alter, and add memories. Black Wolves can control darkness and light. Those are the gifts from Selena, our Moon Goddess.”

I whispered, my voice sounding light, echoing in the quiet space. "Not yet, my beautiful girl," Elena's ghost said, her voice sounding like a soft breeze rustling through the trees, clear, sweet, and perfectly calm. "But your wolves are too large for a single human frame to hold without the lock, and if you do not anchor them soon, your spirit will cross over to my side before the sun rises." "Elena," Ryker choked out, but his voice was frozen, his body stuck in mid-motion beside me, his hands still framing my face but completely unable to move or hear her words.

Melvin was due to arrive at midday, and by then he was already racing around the house in his wolf form, restless and excitable. “Melvin!” I called, lowly growling. The pup hadn’t yet learned to control his wolf; he was still too young. When Prince, Elena, Torey, and Eva arrived at the infirmary, I stayed behind with Melvin, giving them time with Luara and our daughter. I briefed Torey and Prince on what had happened, including that I had Melinda’s mate killed and searched the east territory. Rogues had staked claims there, which amused me; eventually, it would become mine.

"Why would she do that?" "Because the girl is a Spirit Wolf," Hela said simply like that explained everything. "One of the last of her kind. Her mother knew what would happen if that truth was discovered so she bound the wolf away using her own life force as the key." Spirit Wolf. The term meant something, scratched at memories of old lessons about rare bloodlines that were supposed to be extinct. Spirit Wolves were said to be more powerful than any Alpha, able to command loyalty from any wolf regardless of pack bonds. They were also hunted to extinction centuries ago because that kind of power made everyone nervous.

his beast told him. "Spiritual land?" Christian asked, and looked around him. "Am I dead?" he asked his wolf. "If you don't leave here soon, you will be," his wolf said. Hearing what his wolf said frightened Christian. If he died, he would never see his mate, the only person who mattered to him. "How can I be free from this place?" he asked his beast, his voice grave. His large black beast turned his head left and paused, staring into the fog. Curious about what he was looking at, Christian turned to see several male wolves of many colors and sizes emerging from the fog.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

The Alpha commanded everyone. Five minutes later, everyone, including Luna Lisa, had shifted. The Alpha took the lead, with his wife by his side. Off, the entire pack went running into the woods. Barely thirty minutes into their run, a loud howl filled the night. The entire pack stopped running and turned to the wolf who let out an agonized howl. It turned out to be Luna Lisa. Two female wolves went to her and she let them know the baby was coming. They communicated this to the entire pack using mind-link. At once, the Alpha shifted back to his human form.