The Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

It would seem, dear girl, that you have the gift of fate-weaving, the wolf said. “What on earth does that mean? Erm. What does that mean? It does not look like we’re on earth anymore. All my life I thought I’d do an Alice. Instead, I’ve done a Dorothy. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. Heh,” I said. “Can I call you Toto?” I am the Wolf Spirit. A lesser name would not suit me such. As for where we are, this is the realm of spirits. “Cool. So, this is the afterlife. I’ve gone and died, haven’t I?”

Angel sincerely told Mira but she shook her head while smiling at him. “No, you have the right to know what I know about them.” Mira smiled assuringly at him. “Then I’m all ears.” Angel smiled genuinely and began on listening attentively to his mate. “Honestly, I am not familiar with them but from what I’ve heard before, Spirit wolves dwells in the Singarti Kingdom for a very long time ago. It exists the same with vampires and witches but as generation pass, they began to be extinct. They were not hunted by anyone, to be honest, but they suddenly left without a trace.” Mira went on speaking about what she knew about the Spirit Wolf that Angel was intrigued about.

She stood between me and the spirit, her head held high, her green eyes locked onto the intruder. The spirit recoiled slightly, its sharp gaze flickering with unease. “What is the meaning of this?” it demanded, its voice less commanding now. “Control your beast!” But I didn’t. “She’s not a beast,” I said, my voice steady. “She’s my wolf. And this is her territory.” The spirit growled, its form twisting as it tried to maintain its dominance. But my wolf didn’t back down. She took a step forward, her lips pulling back to reveal sharp teeth.

I braced myself, claws and fangs bared, ready to fight, but to my surprise, the wolf passed straight through me, its form a mere shadow. I stood still, my irritation mounting. Why the hell didn’t I think about that? The wolf circled back, and I couldn’t help but growl, the sound low and menacing in my chest. "You're a fucking spirit," I snapped, my voice sharp with frustration. "I know you're pissed about what I did to that girl, but you can’t do anything to me. If you really want to kill me, just get the hell out of here and go back to your other half, dog."

“I am just an Omega wolf, and even a fairy’s reincarnation, now... even my body is made of clay, you can’t eat me... it won’t digest.” The Resentful Spirit exerted force, despite the little wolf using all her strength to push him away. All her efforts in front of the Resentful Spirit were naturally extremely feeble. In a fleeting moment, he had already held the small Orchid before his chest, then wrapped his arms around her waist tightly: “Little wolf, your words truly hurt me. Why do you feel I would devour you?” The little wolf struggled to pull herself out of the Resentful Spirit’s embrace, putting her head on his shoulder to breathe: “If... if not, then why would you want to... squeeze m

They were smashing and killing the red corps that are using ordinary leg and gun to attack, plus Kambiri's ultima wolf fighting alongside them. Ultima wolf fighting alongside them? Yes of course, since the boss has left to fly ships he already know how he can insist at this kind of condition. And the wolf is actually doing incredible work, he was giving a very tough fight to the red corps. The wolf does not only slaughter and rip them apart with his claws and deadly teeth but it also catches their ships and shatter it with mouth. So the wolf is truly giving an incredible war to them and it's really helping the team.

Only the dark sky and unbearable silence of the South pack sympathized with her at that time. While Andrea is crying now silently, a light beamed from the back of the carved stone caught Andrea's attention. She saw a spirit wolf walking towards her. "W-who are you?" Andrea asked. Her voice was a bit dry. The Spirit wolf looks at her with sympathy. "I'm the Great Spirit Wolf, the one who has given blessings to this pack since it was founded by the first Alpha of this pack," the Great Spirit Wolf said. Andrea was shocked and didn't know what to react. Looking at the Great Spirit Wolf, there is something in the bottom of her heart hated it, but there is also a part of her that she shouldn't hat

There was something here—something old, something watching. Then, as if summoned by my presence, the air in the center of the courtyard shifted. Shadows coiled, twisting, forming into something solid. A shape began to take form, dark against the moonlight. A massive wolf, its fur as black as the void, its eyes burning silver, stood before me. My breath caught. I had heard of this creature only in legends. The Spirit Wolf of the Moonborn. A guardian. A force of nature. A test of strength, mind, and soul. The last werewolf who had fought it had not survived.

Some wolves got burned alive, some had been shocked charred black. Xiao Lan fights with the pack of the wolf while he's protecting himself from a stray wolf that chooses to attack the easier target and kill the wolf that tried to sneak attack on Xiao Lan. The pack of wolves has been thin until there are only ten wolves left including their pack leader the Spirit dire wolf. Both of them fight for a long while, but Xiao Lan that uses her spirit qi without reserve didn't have any sign that her spirits qi is any lower than before while he's exhausted and panting heavily.

Maybe somewhere in his own history, there was a loophole that they could fall into. From the story of the red wolves, the second one was very powerful, and looking at the tiny, bony young man standing before him, who might have not been in touch with his feral form yet, Mordeu knew for a fact that that red wolf was going to peel the skin off of Cillian and wear it as cover for his pet lizard. He shook his head quickly, trying to shake off such a horrible mental picture.