The Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

I patted the ground beside me and helped her sit down. "Long ago," I began in the time-honored tradition of storytelling, "on the other side of the great water, Spirit Wolf roamed an ancient forest. There was a wolf there, a huge black one, that was able to see Spirit Wolf. The black wolf invited Spirit Wolf to join him in a hunt. He enjoyed Spirit Wolf's company so much that he wanted to show him something special. "He led Spirit Wolf to an unusual place in the forest, up some old stone steps, through strange stone tunnels to a special room.

I remembered the last time I saw Lycan. He didn’t say anything. He just walked away. His eyes were cold full of betrayal. I betrayed him first. I thought he’d follow me forever. I thought he’d love me no matter what I did. But even wolves know when to walk away. And when I lost my wolf spirit… That was the day I knew I had lost everything. Without my wolf, I was just human. Weak. Vulnerable. Alone. The taxi stopped near White Rock Lake. I paid the driver and stepped out.

You did not say no. She was caught between two men. One who wanted to own her. One who wanted to consume her. And neither of them knew the truth about who she really was. She was not just Raven. She was a Wolfe. The last Wolfe. The daughter of a man who had been burned alive. The sister of brothers who had never had the chance to grow up. She had not thought about them in days. Not since Fenris. Not since the basement. Not since the blood. She had been distracted. She had been selfish. She had been pretending that her life was normal, that she was normal, that she could just be a woman falling for a man without the weight of her past dragging her under.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

But then, he was an angel, right? Siobhanny’s pained look slipped to mine, and she raised her hand like I’d save her. I bit my tongue because this was the entity that would’ve killed my wolves and me. It was my past, Wolve Winner legacy, and everything that I hated about the treatment of the wolves. It wasn’t mother, and I wouldn’t be manipulated anymore. My look hardened, and I nodded to Mischief. Mischief’s graceful hands slid up through Siobhanny to her head, which burst with a heights light. I squinted through the brightness.

Arcel answered with pride. Daffodil was in awe; she could not believe what Arcel had told her. “You need to know more Daffodil. Our clan, our blood as the last race of the Golden Wolves are the strongest mentalist; our mind can be used to the fullest; we just need to discover how.” Arcel added. With such, Daffodil could confirm that indeed she is the missing Golden She-wolf that Lexus told her and as such, her life is indeed in great risk.

He was doing this, what he’d been brought into the world to do. Ridding. Killing. Misbred mistakes. Deviate from us. Kill the innocents. Were they, though? Innocent? No. Oh no-no. A sound came to him, interrupting his reverie: an obscure howling noise, not unlike a dog, or wolf baying far off somewhere. Except . . . He became stock-still. His eyes glittered with mild irritation. The unearthly howl rose again, floating across Blackwater Valley and filling the night. A shudder rippled through his misshapen body.

She never expected me to climb over the ledge… "Anyway, it took a few months, but once I was healed and doing better, the pack doctor explained that he had only ever seen that happen when a wolf's soulmate died. The severance that happened when only half of a soul left the Earth was one of the hardest things a wolf could go through. It was a miracle that I was still alive." I said, rolling my head against the wall until my cheek was pressed against Lana's temple. "But she's still alive," Lana stated as a question, her fingers trailing circles on my chest.

Intiyago said and I looked down at my man who was sleeping peacefully. "How are you doing this?" he allowed me to say. "You think you're the first. I get it, but you're not. You know the now-extinct Spirit Wolves, the wolves who were said to come from the underworld and have incredible powers?" Intiyago spoke as he sat himself at my feet on the bed. I jumped back and balled myself at the headboard. He'd never been that close to me in my life. The atmosphere was foreboding and the broken presence outside felt highly eminent. Loud and heavy.

Jax's voice cuts off abruptly, his presence vanishing like smoke as the bracelet's protection wraps around my consciousness like armor. "I'm okay," I whisper to Knox, my voice steadier now that the pain has receded. "Just... overwhelmed by the sacred energy." Knox's expression remains worried, but he nods as Elder Lina begins the ancient incantations that will call forth the wolf spirits. The ceremony proceeds exactly as it should. As the moon reaches its zenith, a magnificent wolf spirit materializes above the pool—silver and ethereal, its eyes holding the wisdom of countless generations. The wolves gasp in unison as the spirit's blessing washes over us all, bringing healing, strength, and