The Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

She snapped out of her daze and smirked at me. “Yes. I definitely did. We all have. I wished I could have been there. It was quite the show to miss apparently. I heard that you guys were able to free most of the wolves from their shitty counterparts. Thank you for that. Nobody ever viewed us the way that you have. Us wolves got to stick together.” “That’s right. As an Ancient Spirit, you’re the wolf spirit. You have no other counterpart, right?” I asked, knowing full well what the truth was, but I wanted him to see the similarities.

His body grows weaker and frail, but his mind is as sharp as ever. Everest Ironclaw is luckier than most wolves who suffer from Crimson Lung, having caught it so late in life, after he had already lived a full one. He is one of the oldest members of the pack at a hundred and six. His mate returned to the ground thirteen years ago and he must look forward to being reunited with her spirit again. Wolves believe after their passings, their spirits find their mates, and other loved ones, and they run together among the trees for all eternity in the spirit world. Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit t

He asked her “I recently talked to your mom. Her wolf is dying and wanted to talk to her.” Rhiannon said, stopping to give Keyne a minute to allow her words to sink in. “Wait, I didn’t think wolves could die.” He said sounding a little confused. “That isn’t true, a wolf can die but it is very rare. The last wolf to pass was 3 goddesses ago. A wolf only truly dies when its spirit becomes broken beyond all repairs.” “What does this have to do with me?” He asked.

"My wolf is different. I have a red spirit wolf, so it's not so easy to find my match. Although when we finally meet, Father says it's one of the rarest werewolf matings and we would have a special place in the Avalon leadership, not just any pack." I watch her quietly. A red spirit wolf is one of the wildest types. Most shewolves are blue, purple or yellow. Red spirit wolves are mostly radical. That should explain her ecstatic and loud behaviour. A knock sounds on the door and a young boy about twelve comes in to call us that the General wanted to see us. Down in the foyer, I walk up to him to say goodbye, unsure of when we will meet next. It's unfortunate that just when we start our mating

She wasn't fully ready to disclose such information to strangers. "It shouldn't be possible." Aiden spoke up. "A Wolf Spirit belongs to a single person. It can't be shared with others, no matter the circumstances." He turned his gaze on Jayce, who stood firm beside her. "There's more to it." Jayce growled deeply, the sound of it caused the ground to vibrate.

He gave me another book. “Spirit wolves,” I read this time. “That’s what our people called them.” “I never heard of a spirit wolf,” I said. “That’s because they are thought to be instinct.” “But you think Elaeya is one?” “I think she’s a hybrid of one,” he corrected me. “Okay,” I said closing the books. “Ball-park it for me.”

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

Thelma, who grinned at my understanding, said, “That could only mean one thing, my Queen.” I could feel my whole body vibrating at this discovery. “The Spirit wolf,” I uttered, having a flash of the being. That purple glorious spirit wolf and it’s magical feet that leaves behind light in the darkness. The purity of that spirit is something… something I cannot stand! “That Dark Blood Rogue is here for the Spirit wolf. That means he has been here in our pack for so long, and we didn’t know.” “I knew that spirit never disappeared that night, and that Rogue knew all along, that’s why he’s here. The darkness can’t stay away from his light. You and I know that well, Chriselda,” Thelma said, chuckl

he boasted, and I laughed. " Where are the spirit wolves now?" I asked him curiously. " Well, no one knows where they are, but we know they have a pack. We also know that they isolate themselves from everyone. I believe it is mainly because of the danger they pose to humanity. A bite from a spirit wolf could turn a human into an apex wolf. Apex wolves are feral and deadly. The golden wolf, which is the alpha spirit wolf has to tame them before they can function in society. I think they are extinct because no one has heard from them in a long time." He explained, and I was glad I was not living amid spirit wolves.

I said while my breathing was slowly debilitating and my wolf’s spirit started to bid goodbye to me. I looked at my wolf and tried to murmur but nothing came out of my mouth so I tried to mind linked it begging. “Don’t forsake me, Tacia, stay,” these were the last words that I was able to think of before darkness finally enclosed me. I know it would be the end of me, but my dying heart still hopes to live, as my breath slowly fades until I took my last breath. “I am dead!” I screamed as I saw my spirit leave my body and so did my wolf, but my screams could not escape from my throat. I dreaded and got so furious thereafter as I cursed the Moon Goddess for not letting me live a long life and f