The Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

" The Greatest Sacrifice As Dominick and Lisa approached Kael, the fight continued. Their relationship kept them going even though every stride was difficult and every rogue strike caused further delay. Above the chaos, Kael's laughing could be heard. He sneered, "Do you really think you can win?" "This strength never dies. You can't handle it. Lisa closed her eyes and concentrated, her body deteriorating with each second. Her inner wolf spirit awakened, its presence subtle yet determined. Her voice was hardly heard as she continued, "I can stop him." Dominick narrowed his eyes as he turned to face her. "What do you mean?" She opened her eyes and looked up into his eyes with a look of grief

The accompanying thunder crashes and booms, the cathartic percussion racing in every direction for miles. Spirit Wolf, hear me and look upon the life of Ian Gallagher, Alpha of Candlewood pack. See how he has honored the wolf spirit you put in the world. See his love and protection of his mate, like you with the Evening Star. See his devotion to pack. If Ian is lost, set his eyes to the Wolf Road between heaven and earth. Set his heart and paw on the path home. If he is gone, welcome him to the spirit fires, for he is a wise and wily wolf, a good spirit consul. Bid him be patient for his mate will not be long.

From the stones, from the fog, from the broken cracks beneath our feet. “You speak with such hope, Alpha,” Berra mocked. “But hope will only make the fall harder.” Spirits rose from the ground in front of us. First one, then five, then ten. They looked like wolves made of smoke, their eyes glowing red, their teeth sharp as knives. I pushed Prese behind me and let my claws slide out. “Stay back, Prese. Don’t move.” The first spirit wolf lunged. I ripped it apart with one strike. Smoke burst into the air, but more rushed forward. My claws slashed, my fangs tore, but each time one disappeared, another rose.

The shadows twisted, bending like they recognized her, and then, they came. The spirits of the white wolves. They didn't howl. They didn't speak. They stood at the edges of the grove, their fur shimmering with ethereal light, their eyes glowing with truths long buried. Some were small, some large, male and female alike, yet they all bore the same burden in their gaze—one Veyra knew too well. Isolation. Power. Destiny. But the last spirit stepped forward. She was tall, regal, her fur so white it nearly glowed blue under the bloodlight. Her eyes, however, were broken glass—sharp with agony. She walked directly to Veyra and opened her mouth.

"I can't. I have no wolf anymore." I'm about to get on my feet when his words make me stop in my track. "You have no what anymore?" "Wolf." Nero hands me a drink and tips it as though to make a toast "I found a way to separate my Wolf Spirit from my body, and I succeeded. You see, it's pretty dangerous for someone raising a whole village to feel the urge to kill and consume blood. The spirit was restless when I had to make it clear that I'm against wolves in any way shape or form. So I got rid of it."

I closed my eyes, took another breath, and then spoke aloud: “I know you’re confused. He’s coming for me because I am a Spirit Wolf—I am the Guardian of all living Spirit Wolves, the last remaining Spirit Wolf Alpha.” The murmurs grew louder, the pack visibly unsettled. Some looked frightened, others confused. “What you’ve been told is wrong,” I continued. “Spirit Wolves are not infected with evil. We are not monsters. We are like you—except that magic runs in our blood. We possess abilities beyond ordinary wolves, blessings from the Moon Goddess herself. Our magic is given to us by her, not passed down through generations like our wolves. I am grateful for this pack’s protection, and I will

“The one that attacked us.” His jaw tightened. “You already know.” “I want you to say it.” “A Spirit Wolf,” he said. “But not a pure one. They are possessed and twisted kind, something… worse.” I stared at him, chest heavy. “It was after me, wasn’t it?” He didn’t nod and didn’t flinch. He just looked sad. “It’s always been after you,” he said. “You’re the last tether, Audrey. The last one who can open it.” “Open what?”

“You sound really excited.” “That’s because I am. I had to ask Kol for a favor just so I could settle this mystery. Kol as usual couldn’t help but be a bitch about it, so I am glad my efforts didn’t go to waste.” She adjusts herself on the bed so she is facing me. “I did research on the first wolf species and on The Ashcroft curse.” “The what?” I ask, not sure I have ever heard of such a thing as the Ashcroft curse. “You know, the whole thing about Kaeren and his brothers behaving like vamps and drinking blood and the whole thing about them not touching you? It’s because the Ashcroft bloodline is cursed.”

Stopping to take a deep breath while remembering the last time I was with my mate, my heart ached at the thought that she was currently in danger. ‘Calm yourself, Titus, remember, we can still feel the bond, she’s not dead, calm yourself! Wolf’s voice, which I had been ignoring, was heard this time and I followed his direction, it was true, our mate’s bond was still there, she was still alive. ‘Remember, Sabrina has a white-wolf, she’s not just any woman, our mate won’t be defeated that easily. She’s the one who discovered these oddities and spies that we never expected. Wolf stated and this time I nodded, right, I can’t give up, Sabrina believes in me and I have to believe in her.

I say with a laugh as I laugh manically when Chaos comes forward as I grow taller, meeting his eye level. “But I can! I am the last Luna Wolf.” Chaos howls loud and long, causing the ground to shake as roars ring out from around the pack grounds as the spirit wolves come out of the treeline. Moments later, the doors to the packhouse open as the warriors of hell and the hell hounds pile out.