The Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

This was no ordinary wolf's cry; it held an unearthly weight, a feeling of doom that sent chills down their spines. Ethan's eyes widened as he grasped the importance of that terrible wail. It was the scream of the old spirit wolf, a monster spoken of only in whispered stories. The spirit wolf was supposed to be a herald of momentous change, a hint that destiny itself was about to alter. In the dark moonlight, a figure emerged from the shadows, its shape twisting and altering. It was a phantom wolf, its eyes sparkling with an eerie intelligence.

That almost-smile again — the one that was still learning how to exist on her face after years of not being used. "Mira," she said softly. "Absolutely Mira." And somewhere above us — somewhere in whatever structure had been funding fifteen years of bond manipulation from a distance, now aware that their Architect was walking out of his compound with the last wolf witch and headed for Ironmoor — something that had been patient for a very long time finally ran out of it. We had ten minutes. We used nine of them.

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w

They ask if I need back up and I tell them I can handle it, but I’ll need help getting everything cleaned up and someone to cover the rest of my patrol once I take this wolf down. As a werewolf, the spirit of my wolf and I share the same mind space and can communicate with each other in either form. We’re basically 2 peas in a pod, the pod being either my body or his. My wolf, Gage, is jet black and very large so it can be hard to hide during the day sometimes. I think that’s kind of the point. Luckily this area is pretty shaded and there are some large bushes I can hide under while I wait for them to approach. In my human form I’m 6 foot 2 and very muscular since I still have the strength o

How could I possibly beat him now, when he had the power of many, many werewolves helping him? But then, I noticed it – a soft pull on my thoughts. I looked around and saw that not all the spirits were being drawn to Ryder. Many of them were reaching out to me, offering their strength willingly. Understanding dawned on me. This was the last battlefield, where the destiny of all werewolves — from the past, the present, and the future — would be determined. And I wasn't fighting by myself. With a silent prayer of thanks, I opened myself to the spirits, feeling their power flow into me. It was different from Ryder's stolen energy – this was warm, comforting, filled with the wisdom and love of c

The profound and natural detachment emanating from me filled him with a bone-chilling fear. "You can't. You also can't win back the deep-rooted trust I once had in you. Everything you're doing now is like a willful pup. You're trying to piece together a broken bond—that's not possible. "From now on, we shouldn't meet ever again." With that, I stepped forward and walked past him. In that moment, I felt my wolf instincts awakening. I threw myself completely into the peacekeeping work at the frontier. Every battle here, every confrontation, stirred the hidden power within me.

To hunt. Kitsunes were supposed to be extinct. His grandfather had told him stories about the hunts, about how dangerous and cunning the fox spirits were. How they deceived and destroyed entire packs. This one wasn't getting away. Noah shifted mid stride, his body transforming seamlessly into his wolf form. His clothes tore away as he sprinted across the field and into the woods. The scent trail was fresh, sharp, and intoxicatingly strong. The kitsune was fast. Faster than any werewolf Noah had ever chased. It weaved through the trees with impossible grace, its nine tails streaming behind it like ribbons of white flame.

I still didn’t understand what happened, but ever since then, I’ve been determined to find some sort of technology for our side that can overcome our weakness and help us get back to where we were, or rather to move forward, stronger. It’s all up to me. I don’t think there are any other packs left. Ours is the last wolf pack, and back then, I’d gathered all the members that were still alive and held us together by a string here in this human town, all with the hope of one day being what we were–a real pack with a real life, and a real territory. Well, sitting here thinking about it is getting me nowhere, so I go back to work. I’ve found a few calculations online that sound promising. Anythin

Instead, they’d walked into an ambush. A sharp howl echoed from the far side of the trail. I looked up just in time to see one of Ralph’s remaining warriors shift into his wolf. The gray wolf burst through a gap between two trees. One of my warriors started after him. I raised a hand. “No.” The wolf was already too far ahead. By the time we’d catch him, we’d leave the boys, the prisoners, and our own men exposed. Not worth it. Our mission hadn’t changed. Recover the boys. Secure the prisoners. Leave.