The Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

The second man spoke. "What are you gonna do? No matter what you do, you won't be able to break my spirit, I'll always fight back." I challenged them. "The one thing that makes werewolves a worthy opponent is the fact that they're so confident in their wolf spirits. Your wolf basically gives you your power and without it, you would be nothing. That's exactly why we'll enjoy taking away your wolf." The cloaked man finally spoke again. The words dropped on my ears like bombshells. I was left dumbstruck for a few minutes but I quickly recovered and scowled at them. They had to be joking, they're just trying to scare me.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

“We were looking for them, hoping they survived the extermination.” “Sorry, I don’t know about the pack. I grew up in foster care and realized I was a werewolf when I was 12,” he replies, wincing. Shit. That must have been frightening. Shifting alone, having a wolf soul talking to you… “I’m sorry,” I say, stepping closer. “So, why are you here then?” “Not sure,” he looks away, staring into the thick trees. “Buff, my wolf brings me here every weekend. He just woke me up when he sensed you, too.”

My feet dragged along the stones, each step heavier than the last. Without a word, my body shifted. My wolf took the Heartstone and dropped it into Xareth’s outstretched vase. I couldn’t remember walking, only the sound of that stone door grinding shut behind me. By the twelfth day, it was done, the last Heartstone claimed. My wolf and I were barely more than echoes of ourselves. When Xareth summoned me the next day, I could barely stand. “I’m travelling soon,” he said, voice like smoke. “But it appears you’re unwell. You need rest. So I’ll go with my army.”

The hatred in his eyes deepened with every word. “Tell me, Cora. How am I supposed to talk with a wolf like you?” I could barely speak, my voice faint as I whispered, “Things aren’t the way you think they are…” He scoffed, leaning in closer. “Oh? Then why don’t you tell me your sad little story? I’d love to hear it.” I opened my mouth, but the truth was caught in my throat. My mind flashed back to my diagnosis. Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy would always start with weakened strength. Then, the wolf's spirit would begin to stiffen. The body would slowly get unresponsive. In the end, both the wolf spirit and the nervous system would die together.

“Guess who showed up at the gate demanding to see you right away? It’s your favorite reporter and she’s waiting for a response.” “No.” Irritation flashed. “I refuse to talk to that female again.” “She’s being adamant. She’s threatening to headline the morning’s paper with news of a Species getting married to a human at Reservation.” He walked into the living room and paced. “It doesn’t matter. Tammy told her friends and it was bound to get out that Valiant married her. They were already photographed together when she was kidnapped and the team tracked her and rescued her. I expected this to happen.”

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

A soft laugh escaped me, it was rough and unstable "Running away won't save you, Elena," I whispered to myself in the empty room, "But I know you can't run for too long." I sank into the nearest chair. I rubbed my temple as I reminisced about the last 30 minutes, my wolf was stirring restlessly it enjoyed every bit of what just happened. It approved of her. It was the first time in months since I had felt truly happy and alive. She had awakened something I didn't even realize I'd been missing.

I answered back. “It’s complicated, but I’ll try my best to make you understand,” she said as her voice rang in my head. “In my previous life, I was the spirit wolf of the first Lycans who walked the earth. Aside from having differently colored eyes, I also had the ability to separate from my host’s body when in wolf form.” Is that even possible? How can a spirit wolf separate from its host? In all my years as a wolf, I had never heard of such a thing. But I knew Neeya wasn’t the type to spout nonsense just to calm me down. She wouldn’t do that